Did I understand you to say that you have copies of the Mail containing those odd messages ?" "Right here in my desk," said I.I got them for him.
"I think I shall take them--if I may," he said.

"You will, of course, not mention this little visit of mine.

We shall meet again.

Good morning." And he went away, carrying those papers with their strange signals to Rangoon.
Somehow I feel wonderfully cheered by his call.

For the first time since seven last evening I begin to breathe freely again.
And so, lady who likes mystery, the matter stands on the afternoon of the last day of July, nineteen hundred and fourteen.
I shall mail you this letter to-night.