She opened her handbag and dug into it like a terrier. A small bit of paper fluttered to the floor, and I stepped across to retrieve it for her, but she darted a glance at it and said, “Don’t bother, wastebasket,” and I disposed of it as indicated and returned to my chair.
Bess Huddleston handed an envelope to Wolfe. “Look at that. What do you think of that?”
Wolfe looked at the envelope, front and back, took from it a sheet of paper which he unfolded and looked at, and passed them over to me.
“This is confidential” Bess Huddleston said.
“So is Mr. Goodwin,” Wolfe said dryly.
I examined the exhibits. The envelope, stamped and postmarked and slit open, was addressed on a typewriter:
Mrs. Jervis Horrocks
902 East 74th Street
New York City
The sheet of paper said, also typewritten: