"My nephew there," went on Miss Penkridge, "knows what that would be, in
full, if the other half of the sheet were here. It would be precisely
what it is under the flap of this envelope--there you are!
'_Bigglesforth, Bookseller and Stationer, Craven Hill.'_ Everybody in
this district knows Bigglesforth--we get our stationery from him. Now,
Bigglesforth has not such a very big business in really expensive
notepaper like this--the other half of the sheet, of course, would have a
finely engraved address on it--and you can trace the owner of this paper
through him, with patience and trouble.
"But here's a still better clue! Look at this typewritten letter. In
it, the letter _o_ occurs with frequency. Now, notice--the letter is
broken, imperfect; the top left-hand curve has been chipped off. Do
you mean to tell me that with time and trouble and patience you can't
find out to whom that machine belongs? Taking the fact that this
half-sheet of notepaper came from Bigglesforth's, of Craven Hill,"
concluded Miss Penkridge with emphasis, "I should say that this
document--so important--came from somebody who doesn't live a million
miles from here!"
Mr.
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