夜雨聆风Excitement suddenly flooded Craddock’s mind. Here, it might be, hewould find a clue. In these letters there would be written down things thatLetitia Blacklock herself had long forgotten. Here was a faithful picture ofthe past and somewhere amongst it, there might be a clue that would helphim to identify the unknown. Photographs, too. There might, just possibly,be a photograph of Sonia Goedler here that the person who had taken theother photos out of the album did not know about.
Inspector Craddock packed the letters up again, carefully, closed thecase, and started down the stairs.
Letitia Blacklock, standing on the landing below, looked at him inamazement.
“Was that you up in the attic? I heard footsteps. I couldn’t imagine who—”
“Miss Blacklock, I have found some letters here, written by you to yoursister Charlotte many years ago. Will you allow me to take them away andread them?”
She flushed angrily.
“Must you do a thing like that? Why? What good can they be to you?”
“They might give me a picture of Sonia Goedler, of her character—theremay be some allusion—some incident—that will help.”
