writing did not terminate at the foot of the sheet, but was carried on to another page.
Taking up the third strip, I looked at its edge; it was machine-cut at the top, and showed by the arrangement of its words that it was the margin strip of a second leaf. Pasting that down by itself, I scrutinized the fourth, and finding it also machine-cut at the top but not on the side, endeavored to fit it to the piece already pasted down, but the words would not match. Moving it along to the position it would hold if it were the third strip, I fastened it down; the whole presenting, when completed, the appearance seen on the opposite page.
"Well!" exclaimed Mr. Gryce, "that’s business." Then, as I held it up before his eyes: "But don’t show it to me. Study it yourself, and tell me what you think of it."
"Well," said I, "this much is certain: that it is a letter directed to Mr. Leavenworth from some House, and dated—let’s see; that is an h, is n’t it?" And I pointed to the one letter just discernible on the line under the word House.
"I should think so; but don’t ask me."
"It must be an h. The year is 1875, and this is not the termination of either January or February. Dated, then, March 1st, 1876, and signed"
Mr. Gryce rolled his eyes in anticipatory ecstasy towards the ceiling.
"By Henry Clavering," I announced without hesitation.
Mr. Gryce’s eyes returned to his swathed finger-ends. "Humph! how do you know that?"
"Wait a moment, and I’ll show you"; and, taking out of my pocket the card which Mr. Clavering had
