With a boy's curiosity I have peeped through the keyhole, but I was never able to see more than such a collection of old trunks and bundles as would be expected in such a room.
"One day--it was in March, 1883--a letter with a foreign stamp lay upon the table in front of the colonel's plate.

It was not a common thing for him to receive letters, for his bills were all paid in ready money, and he had no friends of any sort.

'From India!' said he as he took it up, 'Pondicherry postmark! What can this be ?' Opening it hurriedly, out there jumped five little dried orange pips, which pattered down upon his plate.

I began to laugh at this, but the laugh was struck from my lips at the sight of his face.

His lip had fallen, his eyes were protruding, his skin the colour of putty, and he glared at the envelope which he still held in his trembling hand, 'K.