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"If you wish it I will promise," he answered.
"Then please read to me what is written on that envelope."
Quincy looked at the envelope. "It is written in an old-fashioned,
cramped hand," he said, "and the writing is 'confided to Miss Alice
Pettengill, and to be destroyed without being read by her within
twenty-four hours after my death. Hepsibeth Putnam.'"
"Thank you," said Alice simply, and she replaced the envelope in her
muff.
Like a flash of lightning the thought came to Quincy that the letter to
be destroyed had some connection with the strange story so recently told
him by Lindy. He must take some action in the matter before it was too
late. Turning to Alice he said, "Miss Pettengill, if I make a strange
request of you, which you can easily grant, will you do it, and not ask
me for any explanation until after you have complied?"
"You have worded your inquiry so carefully, Mr. Sawyer, that I am a
little afraid you, you being a lawyer, but as you have so graciously
consented to keep a secret with me, I will trust you and will promise to
comply with your request.


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