“Now stop agitating yourself!” Gary pleaded. “Wynstan said he will help and he is pretty efficient when he makes up his mind to do something.”
“Thank you!” Wynstan said with an amused smile.
The door opened and Hudson came in.
“Prudence said you wanted the post book, Mr. Harvey,” he said, “but Mr. Renour is not yet back from the funeral so I have brought it myself.”
“Thank you very much, Hudson.”
Harvey took it from him and turned the pages quickly.
“I had no idea we sent out so many letters from this house!” he remarked. “With what we contribute the Post Office should pay a dividend.”
Neither of his brothers answered and he knew that they were waiting impatiently to see what he would find.
“Here it is!” he said at length. “Miss Larina Milton, 68 Eaton Terrace, London, England.”
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