I may say frankly that I have other and greater
interest in the matter than that of the captain's friend. For the
present that is in strict confidence between us; the police are
well-meaning, but they sometimes blunder. Did I understand you to
say that you have copies of the Mail containing those odd messages?"
"Right here in my desk," said I. I got them for him.
"I think I shall take them--if I may," he said. "You will, of
course, not mention this little visit of mine. We shall meet again.
Good morning."
And he went away, carrying those papers with their strange signals
to Rangoon.
Somehow I feel wonderfully cheered by his call. For the first time
since seven last evening I begin to breathe freely again.
And so, lady who likes mystery, the matter stands on the afternoon
of the last day of July, nineteen hundred and fourteen.
I shall mail you this letter to-night. It is my third to you, and
it carries with it three times the dreams that went with the first;
for they are dreams that live not only at night, when the moon is
on the courtyard, but also in the bright light of day.
Yes--I am remarkably cheered. I realize that I have not eaten at
all--save a cup of coffee from the trembling hand of Walters
--since last night, at Simpson's. I am going now to dine.
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