"Where?"
"From your house at Aldborough to her brother's bedside at Zurich."
Noel Vanstone started back at the answer, and returned suddenly to his
chair.
"How can you do that?" he inquired, in the greatest perplexity. "Her
brother (hang him!) is much better. She had another letter from Zurich
to say so, this morning."
"Did you see the letter?"
"Yes. She always worries about her brother--she _would_ show it to me."
"Who was it from? and what did it say?"
"It was from the doctor--he always writes to her. I don't care two
straws about her brother, and I don't remember much of the letter,
except that it was a short one. The fellow was much better; and if the
doctor didn't write again, she might take it for granted that he was
getting well. That was the substance of it."
"Did you notice where she put the letter when you gave it her back
again?"
"Yes. She put it in the drawer where she keeps her account-books."
"Can you get at that drawer?"
"Of course I can. I have got a duplicate key--I always insist on a
duplicate key of the place where she keeps her account books. I never
allow the account-books to be locked up from my inspection: it's a rule
of the house.
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