He was apparently absorbed in examining the postmarks on the envelope.

"Indistinguishable, of course," he muttered, returning the letter to the envelope.

"Had Robert Turold any enemies ?" he asked.
"I never heard him speak of any." "How did he come by his money ?" asked Barrant, struck by a sudden thought.
"His sister tells me that he made his money abroad." "That I cannot tell you." "But you invested his fortune for him, did you not ?" "I did," the lawyer agreed.
"In what circumstances ?" "It is rather a strange story," replied Mr.Brimsdown slowly.
"I should like to hear it then.

It may throw some light on this letter." "Let us go into the other room." Mr.Brimsdown made this suggestion with a quick glance at his departed client on the bed, as though he feared some sardonic reproof from those grey immobile lips..