Part 10 (1/2)

He stepped from the window, to throw the full glare of the morning sky on her face, which was upturned, toward him.

”Was it in a grey envelope?”

”Yes; an oblong, grey envelope,” she said, the impa.s.sive, unwrinkled face unmoved to either curiosity or reticence.

With surprising swiftness he took a triangular piece of paper from his breast pocket and held it before her.

”Might that be the flap of that grey envelope?”

She inspected it, while he kept hold of it.

”Very possibly.”

Without leaving her chair, she turned and put back the lid of a rickety little desk in the corner immediately behind her. There, she showed him, was a bundle of grey envelopes, the corresponding paper beside it. He compared the envelope flaps with the one he had brought. They were identical.

Here was support of her a.s.sertion that Berne Webster had been pursued by her daughter as late as yesterday afternoon--and, therefore, might have been provoked into desperate action. He had found that sc.r.a.p of grey paper at Sloanehurst, in Webster's room.

VI

ACTION BY THE SHERIFF

Mrs. Brace did not ask Hastings where he had got the fragment of grey envelope. She made no comment whatever.

He reversed the flap in his hand and showed her the inner side on which were, at first sight, meaningless lines and little smears. He explained that the letter must have been put into the envelope when the ink was still undried on the part of it that came in contact with the flap, and, the paper being of that rough-finish, spongy kind frequently affected by women, the flap had absorbed the undried ink pressed against it.

”Have you a hand-mirror?” he asked, breaking a long pause.

She brought one from the bedroom. Holding it before the envelope flap, he showed her the marks thus made legible. They were, on the first line: ”--edly de--,” with the first loop or curve of an ”n” or an ”m”

following the ”de”; and on the second line the one word ”Pursuit!” the whole reproduction being this:

edly de Pursuit!

”Does that writing mean anything to you, Mrs. Brace?” Hastings asked, keeping it in front of her.

She moved her left hand, a quiet gesture indicating her lack of further interest in the piece of paper.

”Nothing special,” she said, ”except that the top line seems to bear out what I've told you. It might be: 'repeatedly demanded'--I mean Mildred may have written that she had repeatedly demanded justice of him, something of that sort.”

”Is it your daughter's writing?”

”Yes.”

”And the word 'Pursuit,' with an exclamation point after it? That suggest anything to you?”

”Why, no.” She showed her first curiosity: ”Where did you get that piece of envelope?”

”Not from Berne Webster,” he said, smiling.