Ethel Bannister moistened her dry lips with her tongue. "In his jacket pocket," she said. "He's very careless about putting things away and, indeed, he's got no place where he can lock up anything, except the little medicine cupboard in his bedroom." She smiled wanly. "That's where he keeps his bottle of hair-dye. There are no keys to his desk or to any of the other cupboards."
"Well, has he got a pistol or revolver in the house, do you know?" was Larose's next question.
She shook her head. "I've never seen one, but he's got two rifles and a gun."
Larose put his finger to his lips and made a movement as if he were going to get very stealthily out of the bed. "Then I'll go and look in that jacket pocket of his," he whispered. "I want that letter badly."
But the girl held up her hand ins
