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"The name, you see, is in perfectly black ink, which has dried

itself. The rest is of the greyish colour, which shows that

blotting-paper has been used. If it had been written straight

off, and then blotted, none would be of a deep black shade. This

man has written the name, and there has then been a pause before

he wrote the address, which can only mean that he was not

familiar with it. It is, of course, a trifle, but there is

nothing so important as trifles. Let us now see the letter. Ha!

there has been an enclosure here!"

"Yes, there was a ring. His signet-ring."

"And you are sure that this is your husband's hand?"

"One of his hands."

"One?"

"His hand when he wrote hurriedly. It is very unlike his usual

writing, and yet I know it well."