Scarcely stopping to glance at it, he rearranged the pocket-book, replaced the notes, and locked it up again.

Then he unbolted his door and sat down at his desk, with the document which he had discovered, on the pad in front of him.
There was not much to be made of it.

There was no address, but the black seal at the end bore the impression of a foreign coat of arms, and a motto which to him was indecipherable.

He held it up to the light, but the outside sheet had not been written on, and he gained no idea as to its contents.

He leaned back in his chair for a moment, and looked at it.