How did the news reach the _Harpoon_ office yesterday night?
Perhaps you can guess ?" and he looked towards Harry Luttrell.
Luttrell, however, was at a loss.
"It's beyond me," he replied, and Martin Hillyard understood how that one morning at the little hotel under the Hog's Back had given to him and him alone the key by which the door upon these dark things might be unlocked.
"The news arrived in the form of a letter marked urgent, which was handed in by the chauffeur of a private motor-car just after midnight.
Of the time there is no doubt.

I saw the editor myself.

The issue would already have gone to press, but late news was expected that night from France, and the paper was waiting for it.

Instead this letter came." A look of bewilderment crept into the faces of the group about the table.
"But who in the world could have written it ?" cried Sir Chichester in exasperation.
"It was written over your name." "Mine ?" The bewilderment in Millie Splay's face deepened into anxiety.

She looked at her husband with a sudden sinking of her heart.