I have not thought of them till now." Hanaud crossed to the table, and, looking down at the letters, uttered a cry.
"There's one, the big envelope," he said, his voice shaking like his hand.

"It has a Swiss stamp." He swallowed to moisten his throat.

Ricardo sprang across the room and tore open the envelope.

There was a long letter enclosed in a handwriting unknown to him.

He read aloud the first lines of the letter: "I write what I saw and post it tonight, so that no one may be before me with the news.