It was from Coombe Tracey, and it was addressed in a woman's hand." "Well ?" "Well, sir, I thought no more of the matter, and never would have done had it not been for my wife.

Only a few weeks ago she was cleaning out Sir Charles's study--it had never been touched since his death--and she found the ashes of a burned letter in the back of the grate.

The greater part of it was charred to pieces, but one little slip, the end of a page, hung together, and the writing could still be read, though it was gray on a black ground.

It seemed to us to be a postscript at the end of the letter, and it said: 'Please, please, as you are a gentleman, burn this letter, and be at the gate by ten o clock.

Beneath it were signed the initials L.L." "Have you got that slip ?" "No, sir, it crumbled all to bits after we moved it." "Had Sir Charles received any other letters in the same writing ?" "Well, sir, I took no particular notice of his letters.