“Then she said that she had entrusted a bundle of letters to my late wife; she could not possibly keep them at her own house owing to their peculiar character, and asked whether I would be good enough to return them to her. I felt a chill down my spine as I listened to her. With assumed calm I asked her what those contained? She trembled at the question and said:
“ ‘Your wife was the most faithful and loyal woman I ever met. She did not ask what they contained; she even gave me her word never to look into them.”
“ ‘Where did she keep your letters?’
“ ‘She said she kept them under lock and key in the drawer of her sewing-table. They are tied with a pink ribbon. You will easily recognize them. Thirty letters in all.’
“I took her to the room where the sewing-table stood and opened the drawer. I took out the bundle and handed it to her.
“ ‘Are these the letters?’
“She reached out for them eagerly.