And then Frank remembered at once what, in the excitement of the diamond
theft, had passed from his mind.
'Yes, yes, I know; give it to me,' he said, advancing rapidly toward
her, and putting out his hand. 'When did he write it? Give it to me,
please.'
'But not to keep,' Jerry said, struck by something in his face and
manner which, it seemed to her, meant danger to the letter.
'Let me see it,' he continued.
And rather reluctantly Jerry handed him a bulky letter, the direction of
which covered nearly the whole of one side of the envelope.
Very nervously Frank scanned the address, which might as well have been
in the Fiji language for any idea it conveyed to him.
'To whom is it directed? I cannot read German,' he said
'I don't know,' Jerry replied. 'I have not looked at it, and would
rather not.'
'Why, what a little prude you are;' and Frank laughed uneasily. 'What
possible harm is there in reading an address? The postmaster has to do
it, and any one who took it to the office would do it if he could.'
This sounded reasonable enough, and standing beside him, while he held
the letter a little way from her, Jerry read the address in German
first, then, as he said to her: 'I don't understand that lingo, put it
into English,' she read again:
'To Marguerite Heinrich, if living, and if dead to any of her friends;
or to the postmaster at Wiesbaden, Germany.
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