When you have delivered it, bring me back the envelope with Monsieur's receipt written right here, under the seal.

Do you understand ?" It had begun to dawn upon Zmai that his life was not in immediate danger, and the light of intelligence kindled again in his strange little eyes.
Lest he might not fully grasp the errand with which Armitage intrusted him, Oscar repeated what Armitage had said in somewhat coarser terms.
Again through the moonlight strode the three--out of Armitage's land to the valley road and to the same point to which Shirley Claiborne had only a few days before been escorted by the mountaineer.
There they sent the Servian forward to the Springs, and Armitage went home, leaving Oscar to wait for the return of the receipt.
It was after midnight when Oscar placed it in Armitage's hands at the bungalow.
"Oscar, it would be a dreadful thing to kill a man," Armitage declared, holding the empty envelope to the light and reading the line scrawled beneath the unbroken wax.

It was in French: "You are young to die, Monsieur." "A man more or less!" and Oscar shrugged his shoulders.
"You are not a good churchman.

It is a grievous sin to do murder." "One may repent; it is so written.

The people of your house are Catholics also." "That is quite true, though I may seem to forget it.