They were clean and quiet-spoken, and their clothes were good, even if they were rough.

Yet they didn't have any baggage but them fiddles." "But what was that second letter you mentioned ?" asked Simeon Holly.
Higgins smiled oddly, and reached into his pocket.
"The letter?
Oh, you're welcome to read the letter," he said, as he handed over a bit of folded paper.
Simeon took it gingerly and examined it.
It was a leaf torn apparently from a note book.

It was folded three times, and bore on the outside the superscription "To whom it may concern." The handwriting was peculiar, irregular, and not very legible.

But as near as it could be deciphered, the note ran thus:-- Now that the time has come when I must give David back to the world, I have set out for that purpose.
But I am ill--very ill, and should Death have swifter feet than I, I must leave my task for others to complete.

Deal gently with him.