The two old men sat in the library eyeing the blue envelope that lay on the end of the long table nearest the fireplace where a merry but unnoticed blaze crackled in the vain effort to cry down the shrieks of the bleak December wind that whistled about the corners of the house
Someone had come into the roomthey did not know who nor whento poke up the fire and to throw fresh coals into the grate No doubt it was the parlourmaid She was always doin...