" A pause. "And to whom, may I ask, was this demand
addressed?"
"To Madame Boissegur," replied Miss Thorne. "I have the envelope in
which it came. It was mailed at the general post-office at half-past one
o'clock this afternoon, so the canceling stamp shows, and the envelope
was addressed, as the letter was written, on a typewriter."
"And how," inquired Mr. Grimm, after a long pause, "how did it come into
your possession?" He waited a little. "Why didn't Monsieur Rigolot
report this development to me this afternoon when I was here?"
"Monsieur Rigolot did not inform you of it because he didn't know of it
himself," she replied, answering the last question first. "It came into
my possession directly from the hands of Madame Boissegur--she gave it
to me."
"Why?"
Mr. Grimm was peering through the inscrutable darkness, straight into
her face--a white daub in the gloom, shapeless, indistinct.
"I have known Madame Boissegur for half a dozen years," Miss Thorne
continued, in explanation. "We have been friends that long. I met her
first in Tokio, later in Berlin, and within a few weeks, here in
Washington.
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