Two thousand pounds, or near it, in this little compartment.

And here, I see, a letter, a sealed letter with no address." He held it out in front of him.

It was a long commercial envelope of ordinary type, and although the flap was secured with a blob of sealing wax, there was no particular impression upon it.
"We can match this envelope, I think," Mr.Fentolin said softly.

"The seal we can copy.

I think that, for the sake of others, we must discover the cause for this hurried journey on the part of Mr.John P.Dunster." With his long, delicate forefinger Mr.Fentolin slit the envelope and withdrew the single sheet of paper which it contained.