The valet ushered him into the study.
He wore his usual blase expression.

He sat down and drew up his chair to the desk.
"Well, Mr.Osborne, what's on your mind to-night ?" Warrington leaned back.
"The truth is, Richard," began William, "I found this letter on the pavement this afternoon.

Guess you'd been down to the hotel this afternoon, and dropped it.

I found it out in front.

There was no envelope, so I couldn't help reading it." Warrington seized the letter eagerly.