I am right, then, you have received these strange communications also?"
For a moment she hesitated, as though in doubt whether to trust me or not, then she bowed her head in assent with a little smile.
"That is so," she acknowledged.
"Were yours, too, left by hand—by a Chinaman?"
"No, they came by post; but, tell me, has Miss Marvell undergone the same experience, then?"
I recounted to her the events of the morning. She listened attentively.
"It all fits in. My letters are the duplicates of hers. It is true that they came by post, but there is a curious perfume impregnating them—something in the nature of joss-stick—that at once suggested the East to me. What does it all mean?"
I shook my head.
"That is what we must find out. You have the letters with you? We might learn something from the postmarks."
"Unfortunately I destroyed, them. You understand, at the time I regarded it as some foolish joke. Can it be true that some Chinese
