Kent, were sitting in the small
smoking porch, so I climbed up the trumpet vine; oh, it was strong
and no climb for one who has done the feats I have in the circus.
I reached the porch just in time to see Mrs. Brewster drop her fan,
and when the men bent to pick it up she 'lifted' the envelope and
concealed it under her scarf."
"Don't," Mrs. Brewster laid a detaining hand on McIntyre as he
stepped forward. "The man is telling the truth. I thought it was
the envelope you gave me earlier in the evening - it was unaddressed
and the red seal was the same."
"Just a moment," interrupted Kent. "What did you do with the
envelope?"
"When I returned home I dropped it inside one of the Venetian
caskets," Mrs. Brewster replied. "No one ever went near them, and I
thought it would be safe there. You see, I was puzzled to know how
it had disappeared from the desk in the reception room, where I had
left it in one of the pigeon holes, intending to take it later to
my room."
"I took the envelope - your envelope - out of the desk," confessed
McIntyre.
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