"You heard what Dick asked, Helen?
The postmark ?" "I don't think there was one," Helen replied, glancing anxiously at Philippa.
Felstead set down his glass.
"No postmark?
You mean no foreign postmark, I suppose?
They were posted in England, eh ?" Philippa shook her head.
"They came to us, Dick," she said, "by hand." Felstead was, without a doubt, astonished.

He turned round in his chair towards Philippa.
"By hand ?" he repeated.

"Do you mean to say that they were actually brought here by hand ?" Perhaps something in his manner warned them.

Philippa laughed as she bent over his chair.
"We will tell you how they came, presently," she declared, "but not until you have finished your lunch, drunk the last drop of that champagne, and had at least two glasses of the port that Mills has been decanting so carefully.

After that we will see.