The Chinaman listened without comment and when Tarling had finished he made one of his queer jerky bows and went out of the room.
"Here are the letters," said Whiteside, after the man had gone.
Two neat piles of letters were arranged on Mrs.Rider's desk, and Tarling drew up a chair.
"This is the lot ?" he said.
"Yes," said Whiteside.

"I've been searching the house since eight o'clock and I can find no others.

Those on the right are all from Milburgh.
You'll find they're simply signed with an initial--a characteristic of his--but they bear his town address." "You've looked through them ?" asked Tarling "Read 'em all," replied the other.

"There's nothing at all incriminating in any of them.

They're what I would call bread and butter letters, dealing with little investments which Milburgh has made in his wife's name--or rather, in the name of Mrs.Rider.