“Do you not suspect it? It came to you anonymously, did it not?”
“Why, you are raking me with a fire of cross-examination, Harry; but it did.”
“Should you wish to know, uncle?”
“Undoubtedly, I wish to know those to whom we are indebted for that fortunate event.”
“Don't say we, uncle; speak only for yourself.”
“I should wish to know, though.”
“Pray have you the letter?”
“I have: you will find it in one of the upper pigeon holes; I can't say which; towards the left hand. I placed it there yesterday, as it turned up among some other communications of a similar stamp.”
In a few moments his nephew returned, with the precious document in his hands.
“Now, uncle,” he proceeded, as he seated himself at the table, “you admit that this is the letter?”