I know no one else in Morganton.
And if he writes he has news!" "Morganton ?" said the old woman, "isn't that the place where the demons set fire to their mountain ?" "Exactly." "Oh, sir! I hope you don't mean to go back there!" "Because you will end by being burned up in that furnace of the Great Eyrie.

And I wouldn't want you buried that way, sir." "Cheer up, and let us see if it is not better news than that." The envelope was sealed with red sealing wax, and stamped with a sort of coat of arms, surmounted with three stars.

The paper was thick and very strong.

I broke the envelope and drew out a letter.

It was a single sheet, folded in four, and written on one side only.