As she stared at him, overwhelmed with horror and dismay, he laid before her on her uncle’s writing table the three sinister sheets of paper.
“By rights I ought not to have kept these facsimiles in my possession. But I made up my mind that it would be right for me to keep even that which does not belong to me—if it will help me to save an innocent man.”
Jean gazed down at the first impersonal note, that in which the writer said he felt it his duty to draw the attention of the Head Commissioner of Police to “certain mysterious circumstances surrounding the death of Mrs. Garlett.”
“This,” she said doubtfully, “was perhaps written by some one who really thought there should have been an inquest?”
Kentworthy shook his head.
“You are too kind, my dear young lady. Look at No. 2.”
“But sure
