When you came and the murder was discovered and knowing as I did that I had my own scheme on and that one of your splits might pinch me, I got a bit rattled.

I went downstairs to the hall and the first thing I saw lying on the table was a letter.

It was addressed to me." He paused and T.X.

nodded.
"Go on," he said again.
"I couldn't understand how it came to be there, but as I'd been in the kitchen most of the evening except when I was seeing my pal outside to tell him the job was off for that night, it might have been there before you came.

I opened the letter.