Their similarity gave me a curious feeling of seeing—not double butquadruple.
Mary came out of the kitchen and caught me staring at them.
“Come by hand since lunchtime,” she volunteered. “All but one. I foundthat in the box.”
I nodded, gathered them up and took them into the study.
The first one ran thus:
“Dear Mr. Clement,—Something has come to my know-ledge which I feel you ought to know. It concerns the deathof poor Colonel Protheroe. I should much appreciate youradvice on the matter—whether to go to the police or not.
Since my dear husband’s death, I have such a shrinkingfrom every kind of publicity. Perhaps you could run in andsee me for a few minutes this afternoon.
Yours sincerely,
Martha Price Ridley.”
I opened the second:
“Dear Mr. Clement,—I am so troubled—so excited in mymind—to know what I ought to do. Something has come tomy ears that I feel may be important. I have such a horrorof being mixed up with the police in any way. I am so dis-turbed and distressed. Would it be asking too much of you,dear Vicar, to drop in for a few minutes and solve mydoubts and perplexities for me in the wonderful way youalways do?
Forgive my troubling you,
Yours very sincerely,
Caroline Wetherby.”
The third, I felt, I could almost have recited beforehand.
“Dear Mr. Clement, — Something most important hascome to my ears. I feel you should be the first to knowabout it. Will you call in and see me this afternoon sometime? I will wait in for you.”
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