Chapter 13

I thought the doctor looked a little nonplussed. He made no answer. Mme. Storey was still studying the body. Out of the breast pocket stuck a row of pencils and pens. She looked over the pencils. "Bella," she said, "we had a letter from a Mr. Matlock a few weeks ago. It was written on the note paper of the North American Insurance Company. See if you can find it in the file." I did her bidding, wondering greatly what could be in her mind. When I fetched her the letter she held it up to the light. "I thought s…