“What we have done to complete the unrighteous scheme upon which we had laboured for months has only been for your own good, dear friends that you are, though as yet divided from us by your carnal lusts.  Let this be a lesson to you.  Sell all you have and give it to the poor—­through the organization of the Salvation Army by preference—­and thereby lay up for yourselves treasures where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt and where thieves do not break through and steal. (Matthew, chap. vi, v. 20.)

     “Yours in good works,
     Private Henry, the Salvationist.

“P.S. (in haste).—­I may as well inform you that no crib is really uncrackable, though the Cyrus J. Coy Co.’s Safe Deposit on West 24th Street, N.Y., comes nearest the kernel.  And even that I could work to the bare rock if I took hold of the job with both hands—­that is to say I could have done in my sinful days.  As for you, I should recommend you to change your T.A. to ‘Peanut.’

“U.K.G."

“There sounds a streak of the old Adam in that postscript, Mr. Carlyle,” whispered Inspector Beedel, who had just arrived in time to hear the letter read.