"
"Certainly," replied Curtis. As he raised the lid of his old-fashioned
desk the letter fell to the floor. The envelope had received rough
treatment in its progress from hand to hand, and it was not strange that
when it struck the floor one corner was split open by the fall.
As Quincy stooped to pick it up, he noticed that something that
resembled a small piece of white cloth dropped from the broken corner of
the envelope. When he picked it up to replace it, he saw that it was a
small piece of white cotton cloth, and his quick eye caught the name
"Linda Fernborough" stamped thereon with indelible ink. He said nothing,
but replacing the piece of cloth passed the package to Curtis, who
enclosed, sealed, and endorsed it, and gave a receipt therefor to
Quincy.
"I will put this in my big steel vault," said he, as he went into
another room.
Quincy knew that Curtis would accept no fee for such a slight service,
so placing a five dollar greenback under a paperweight, he quietly left
the office and was out of sight long before Curtis, with the bill in his
hand, ran down stairs, bareheaded, and looked up and down the street in
search of him.
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