He picked it up and turned it over in his hands.

It was five or six inches in width and perhaps eight in length, and was not more than half an inch in thickness.

The newspaper in which the object was wrapped was worn until the print was almost obliterated.
Again he looked out through the window.

Was it a trick of his eyes, he wondered, or did he see once more that pale and haunting face in the gloom just beyond the lampglow?
His fingers closed a little tighter upon the thin packet in his hand.

At least he had found an excuse; if she was still there--if he could find her--he had an adequate apology for going to her.