And here's a tailor's bill.

By Jove, Miss Abbeway, just listen to this! `One dress suit-fourteen guineas!' That's the way these fellows who don't know any better chuck their money about," he added, swinging around in his chair towards her.

"The clothes I have on cost me exactly four pounds fifteen cash, and I guarantee his were no better." Catherine frowned impatiently.
"We did not come here, did we, Mr.Fenn, to discuss Mr.Orden's tailor's bill?
I can see no object at all in going through his correspondence in this way.

What you have to search for is a packet wrapped up in thin yellow oilskin, with `Number 17' on the outside in black ink." "Oh, he might have slipped it in anywhere," Fenn pointed out.

"Besides, there's always a chance that one of his letters may give us a clue as to where he has hidden the document.