There was time enough for Elwood to declare his business, and for Rachel to answer: "Mr. Held said every scrap, and it is but a scrap, with half a name on it. I found it behind and mostly under the lower drawer in the same box. I'll get it before you leave, and give it to you when we shake hands. Be careful, for he may make something out of it, after all. Tell him there isn't a stitch in a dress but I've examined, and a mortal work it was!"
It was late before Elwood could leave; nevertheless, he rode to Coventry Forge. The scrap of paper had been successfully transferred, and his pressing duty was to deliver it into the hands of Madeline Held. He found her anxiously waiting, in accordance with Philip's instructions.
When they looked at.the paper, it seemed, truly, to be a worthless fragment. It had the character, also, of an apothecary's label, but the only letters remaining were those forming the end of the name, apparently—ers, and a short distance under them—Sts.
"'Behind and mostly under the lower drawer of her, jewel-case," said Madeline, musingly, "I think I might guess how it came there. She had seen the label., which had probably been forgotten, and then, as she supposed, had snatched it away and destroyed it, without noticing that this piece, caught behind the drawer, had been torn off. But there is no evidence—and perhaps none can be had—that the paper contained poison."
"Can you make anything out of the letters?" Elwood asked.
"The 'Sts' certainly means 'Streets.'—now, I see! It is a corner house! This makes, the place a little more easy to be identified, If Philip cannot find it, I am sure a detective can. I will write to him at once."
