He thrust the weapon back into the drawer with a sigh of regret, just as Da Souza himself appeared upon the scene.
"You sent for me, Trent," the latter remarked timidly.

"I am quite ready to answer any more questions." "Answer this one, then," was the gruff reply.

"In Buckomari village before we left for England I was robbed of a letter.

I don't think I need ask you who was the thief." "Really, Trent--I--" "Don't irritate me; I'm in an ill humour for anything of that sort.

You stole it! I can see why now! Have you got it still ?" The Jew shrugged his shoulders.
"Yes." "Hand it over." Da Souza drew a large folding case from his pocket and after searching through it for several moments produced an envelope.