If not delivered within two
months, return to Arthur Tracy, Tracy Park, Shannondale, Mass., U.S.A.'
'Marguerite--Marguerite Heinrich!' Frank repeated, 'That is not
Gretchen. The letter is not to her.'
'I guess it is,' Jerry replied. 'He told me once that Gretchen was a pet
name for Marguerite.'
'Yes,' Frank returned, with a sigh, as this little crumb of hope was
swept away, while to himself he added: 'At all events it is not
Marguerite Tracy, and that makes me less a scoundrel than I should
otherwise be. If he had written a little more it would have run over to
the other side of the envelope. Any one would know he was crazy,' he
continued, with a sickly attempt at a smile, while Jerry stood waiting
to take the letter from him.
He knew she was waiting, and said to her, as he put it in his pocket:
'Thank you for bringing this to me. It is probably some nonsense which
ought not to go, even if the sending it would do no harm, as it
certainly would.'
Until then Jerry had not realised that he did not mean the letter to go
at all. She had remembered her promise to take it to him, and forgotten
that he had said it must not be sent lest it should do harm to Maude.
But it all came back to her now, and her tears fell like rain as she
stood for a moment irresolute.
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