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"
And
the
woman
's
name
?
"
"
I
ca
n't
give
you
the
name
,
sir
,
but
I
can
give
you
the
initials
.
Her
initials
were
L.
L.
"
"
How
do
you
know
this
,
Barrymore
?
"
"
Well
,
Sir
Henry
,
your
uncle
had
a
letter
that
morning
.
He
had
usually
a
great
many
letters
,
for
he
was
a
public
man
and
well
known
for
his
kind
heart
,
so
that
everyone
who
was
in
trouble
was
glad
to
turn
to
him
.
But
that
morning
,
as
it
chanced
,
there
was
only
this
one
letter
,
so
I
took
the
more
notice
of
it
.
It
was
from
Coombe
Tracey
,
and
it
was
addressed
in
a
woman
's
hand
.
"
"
Well
?
"
"
Well
,
sir
,
I
thought
no
more
of
the
matter
,
and
never
would
have
done
had
it
not
been
for
my
wife
.
Only
a
few
weeks
ago
she
was
cleaning
out
Sir
Charles
's
study
--
it
had
never
been
touched
since
his
death
--
and
she
found
the
ashes
of
a
burned
letter
in
the
back
of
the
grate
.
The
greater
part
of
it
was
charred
to
pieces
,
but
one
little
slip
,
the
end
of
a
page
,
hung
together
,
and
the
writing
could
still
be
read
,
though
it
was
gray
on
a
black
ground
.
It
seemed
to
us
to
be
a
postscript
at
the
end
of
the
letter
,
and
it
said
:
'
Please
,
please
,
as
you
are
a
gentleman
,
burn
this
letter
,
and
be
at
the
gate
by
ten
o
clock
.
Beneath
it
were
signed
the
initials
L.
L.
"
"
Have
you
got
that
slip
?
"
"
No
,
sir
,
it
crumbled
all
to
bits
after
we
moved
it
.
"
"
Had
Sir
Charles
received
any
other
letters
in
the
same
writing
?
"
