Unquestionably, it was not Doris's.

No sooner had his friend gone off, still intent on the dead insect, than Siddle followed.

He knew that the bee would undergo scientific scrutiny at once, so gave Martin just enough time to dive into the sitting-room before entering the post office.
"Did you receive this telegram a few minutes ago!" he inquired.
The young man became severely official.
"Which telegram ?" he said stiffly.
"This one," and Siddle gave him the written message.
"Yes," was the answer.
"Excuse me, but--er--are its contents known to you only ?" "What do you mean, sir?
It would cost me my berth if I divulged a word of it to anyone." "I'm sorry.

Pray don't take offense.

I--I'm anxious that my friends, Mr.and Miss Martin, should not hear of it.