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Chapter VI.—Ghosts-3
But he found nothing to interest him for a few moments, and then suddenly, at the very bottom of the last drawer, he came upon a little packet of letters with a dance programme on top and just underneath that what felt like a withered flower in an envelope. The packet was tied round with a piece of blue ribbon. “Good God!” he gasped. “What a coincidence!” His eyebrows dropped to one straight line, and he added grimly. “But is it a coincidence? This ribbon is almost the very spit of the piece that was in Toller's drawer.” And then, to his horror, he heard a door opening at the back of the house and the sound of quickly approaching voices in the hall. He caught his breath in his dismay, but, not for one moment losing his presence of mind, thrust the packet into his pocket and softly but sw
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