In doing this I seemed
to feel in one of my coat pockets a hard substance. Putting my hand
into the pocket, I felt the sharp corner of a letter pricking between
a finger and its nail. The acute pain assured me that I was awake. I
pulled out the letter. It was the one that the servant at the
bungalow had given me in the early morning when I called to get my
bath. I read the address, which was in a handwriting I did not
know:--
'HENRY AYLWIN, ESQ.,
'Carnarvon, North Wales.'
The Carnarvon postmark and the words written on the envelope, 'Try
Capel Curig,' showed the cause of the delay in the letter's reaching
me. In the left-hand corner of the envelope were written the words
'Very urgent. Please forward immediately.' I opened it, and found it
to be a letter of great length. I looked at the end and gave a start,
exclaiming, 'D'Arcy!'
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D'ARCY'S LETTER
This is how the letter ran:--
HURSTCOTE MANOR.
MY DEAR AYLWIN,
I have just learned by accident that you are somewhere in Wales. I
had gathered from paragraphs in the newspapers about you that you
were in Japan, or in some other part of the East.
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