There was another man, for instance, who had a copy of the same letter, but I never came across him or even knew his name." "Gee whiz!" the young man exclaimed.

"You're telling me things, and no mistake! Why this fellow Fynes made a secret service messenger of you!" Penelope nodded.
"It was all very simple," she said.

"The first Mrs.Harvey, who was alive then, was my greatest friend, and I was in and out of the place all the time.

Now, perhaps, you can understand the significance of that marconigram from Hamilton Fynes asking me to lunch with him at the Carlton today." Mr.Richard Vanderpole was sitting bolt upright, gazing steadily ahead.
"I wonder," he said slowly, "what has become of the letter which he was going to give you!" "One thing is certain," she declared.

"It is in the hands of those whose interests would have been affected by its delivery." "How much of this am I to tell the chief ?" the young man asked.
"Every word," Penelope answered.