What I want isn't here, or I'd have found it; there's only three or four places it'd have been locked up.

I know," he ended, with driving confidence, "that a letter was written to Mrs.De Peyster by the Duke de Crecy saying he couldn't marry her.

That letter is what I'm after." "Oh!" breathed Mr.Pyecroft.And then with his wide-eyed mediocrity, "I wonder whom you represent." "Mrs.Allistair!" exclaimed Matilda.
Mrs.De Peyster long since had been silently exclaiming the same.
"Why, what could Mrs.Allistair want it for ?" queried the futile-looking brother.
"Never mind who I represent, or the reasons of the party," said Mr.
Brown.

"That letter is what I'm after, and I'm willing to pay for it.
That's what ought to concern you folks." "But if there ever was such a letter," commented Mr.Pyecroft with his simple-minded manner, "perhaps Mrs.de Peyster destroyed it." "Perhaps she did.

But I found two others he wrote her.