If they want to talk they can send for me.

I'll wait till they do." "Hope you've got lots of patience, Alvin," observed Mullet drily.
During the hilarity which followed, and while the offended apostle of independence was trying to think of a sufficiently cutting reply, I walked to the rear of the store.
Our letter box was Number 218, in the center of the rack, and, as I approached, I glanced at it involuntarily.

To my surprise there was a letter in it; I could see it through the glass of the box door.

Lute had, as I knew, got the mail the previous evening and the morning's mail had not yet arrived.

Therefore this letter must have been written by some one in Denboro and posted late the night before or early that morning.