Their faith in that man was undiminished,
and Simon at least was sure that he had been victimized by some immense
conspiracy.
'Why don't you find Mr. Hugo?' Lily demanded.
'I've looked everywhere. A letter was brought up to him about an hour
ago, and he went off instantly.'
'And where's the letter?'
'I expect it's in that drawer, where he throws all his private letters,'
said Simon, pointing to a drawer in the big writing-table on the
opposite side of the room from the piano.
'Is it locked--the drawer?'
'No.'
'Then open it.'
'It's the governor's private drawer,' said Simon. 'I've never--'
'Stuff!' Lily exclaimed, and she opened the drawer and drew out the
topmost letter.
It was on blue paper.
'Yes, that's it,' said Simon. 'The envelope was blue, I remember.'
'He must be in the Safe Deposit,' said Lily, perusing the letter with
flying glance.
And Simon, at length sufficiently emboldened, seized the letter and
read:
'SIR,
'Mr. Polycarp has just been here, and accidentally left behind him
keys of his vault, including safe of late Mr. Francis Tudor, etc.
In these peculiar circumstances I shall be glad to know what I am to
do.
'Yours respectfully,
'H. BROWN,
'Head Guardian,
'Hugo's Safe Deposit.
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