CHAPTER 3When Craig pushed open the door again with the room-clerk and the policeman, Jamison was standing by the bureau, where there was a light. He seemed to be examining something in his hand. Craig looked vastly more hopeful, though his face was still a deadly white and his eyes were still sunken deeply into his head.
“This officer,” he announced, “saw me when I went out to mail that letter. Tell him about it, Officer.”
“I saw him mail a letter, sorr,” said the policeman. “I was standin’ by the mail-box whin he come up. He axed me for a light, sorr, and lighted his cigar with it. It had gone out. Thin he put his letter in the box. ’Twas a small letter, sorr, in one av th’ hotel envelopes.”
Jamison nodded uninterestedly.
“Oh, all right,” he said wearily. “Nobody thought he mailed ’e
