“Oh, I do not mind,” she pleasantly replied.  “I am so glad you have come, for I have been most anxious for Andy to have a talk with you.  Sit down, please,” and she motioned to a chair.

Andy did not sit down but walked up and down the room, as was his custom when greatly excited.  Presently he paused and looked keenly into Lois’ expectant face.

“It’s something very serious I’ve got to tell you, Miss Sinclair,” he began.  “In fact, it’s so serious that I have been doubting for some time whether I should tell anybody about it.  But when I told my wife this afternoon she advised me to tell you, and so that’s the reason why I asked you to come here.”

“Has it anything to do with the murder case?” Lois asked, now much interested.

“Yes, I believe it will have, and that is what makes me so worried, because I don’t want to get tangled up in that nasty affair.”

“Tell me what it is,” Lois suggested, impatient to learn what it really was.

“Well, it has to do with that envelope.”

“Oh!” Lois was more interested than ever now.

“Yes, that’s what it is about.  You see, Randall came to the office one day last week, and there was a letter for him from his company.  I know that much about it for their name was on the top left hand corner.  Randall opened the letter right in the store and dropped the envelope on the floor, and didn’t pay any more heed to it.  I’ve seen him do the same thing several times and so I didn’t pay any special attention to it.  Now, Randall hadn’t been gone very long before that artist came for his mail.  There was nothing for him and he seemed very surly and said a few cuss words about people not writing.  As he was standing there talking I saw him stoop and pick up the envelope Randall had dropped.  He didn’t know that I saw him doing it, for I was busy with the mail though I was watching him all the time out of the corner of my eye, for I never liked the fellow.  I saw him glance at me, and when he felt sure that I didn’t notice what he was doing he slipped that envelope into an inside pocket of his coat.”

When Andy began his story Lois was sitting with her hands clasped before her and her eyes fixed full upon his face.  But before he had finished she had risen to her feet greatly agitated.

“Are you sure that is the same letter that was found by David’s side?” she asked in a hoarse whisper.

“I couldn’t swear that it was,” Andy slowly replied.  “Anyway, it looks very much like it, and the name of the company is on the left-hand corner, just as it was on the one which Randall dropped on the floor and Bramshaw picked up.”

“It must have been the same one,” Lois emphatically declared.  “Oh, I am so thankful that you have told me this.  I am sure it will go a long way toward saving Mr. Randall.”

“I can’t swear though that it’s the same envelope,” Andy repeated.

“But you will be willing to swear to what you have just told me, will you not?” Lois asked.