"Is that for me ?" she asked.
"Yes, my Lady." She took up the paper without an instant's hesitation.

Both the men watched her anxiously as she read it.
The handwriting was strange to her.

The words were these:-- "I hereby certify that the bearer of these lines, Robert Moody by name, has presented to me the letter with which he was charged, addressed to myself, with the seal intact.

I regret to add that there is, to say the least of it, some mistake.

The inclosure referred to by the anonymous writer of the letter, who signs 'a friend in need,' has not reached me.
No five-hundred pound bank-note was in the letter when I opened it.
My wife was present when I broke the seal, and can certify to this statement if necessary.