There was a stir within, a few whispered words, and then the door was opened.
"What do you want ?" asked Jerry Koswell.

Flockley was sitting by the table, reading.
"Flockley, what did you do with those letters you got from Filbury for us ?" demanded Dick, striding into the room.
"Letters ?" asked the dude carelessly.

"Oh, I put them on the table in Tom and Sam's room." "When ?" "This morning." "They weren't there after dinner," said Sam.
"Nor after supper, either," added Tom.
"Look here, do you accuse me of stealing your letters ?" demanded Flockley, rising as if in anger.
"No; but we want to know where they are," answered Tom.
"I told you what I did with them.

I wouldn't have touched the letters, only Filbury asked me to do the favor.

If they are not on the table maybe the wind swept them to the floor.