He wrote it to me." "Wrote it to you!" cried the man, sitting suddenly erect.
"Yes.

It was in his pocket, you see.

They--found it." David's voice was very low, and not quite steady.
"David, may I see--that letter ?" The boy hesitated; then slowly he drew it from his pocket.
"Yes, Mr.Jack.

I'll let YOU see it." Reverently, tenderly, but very eagerly the man took the note and read it through, hoping somewhere to find a name that would help solve the mystery.

With a sigh he handed it back.