For, even though this post-road was henceforth closed it might possibly be worth while to send forward these letters.

One or two were apparently family letters for German soldiers, interned at Pampluna; one or two were business communications from firms in Berlin to their agents in Spain; and these seemed genuine enough.
"They may be of value to the War Trade Board," said Fairbairn; and he put them aside for dispatch to London.

As he turned back Hillyard cried suddenly: "Here we are!" He had come to the last letter of the little heap.

He was holding the envelope in front of him and he read out the address: _"Mr.Jack Williams,_ _"Alfredo Menandez, 6,_ _"Madrid."_ Fairbairn started up, and tugging at his moustache, stared at the envelope over Hillyard's shoulder.
"By Jove!" he said.

"We may have got something." "Let us see!" returned Hillyard, and he opened the envelope.
As he spread out the letter both men laughed.