Compton was looking through the papers and letters on his desk,
evidently searching for something which he could not find, while the
girl sat awaiting for him to continue his dictation.

"That's funny," commented Compton.

"I was certain that that letter was here. Have you seen anything of a
letter from Mosher."

"No, sir," replied Edith.

"Well, I wish you would step into Mr. Bince's office, and see if it is
on his desk."

Upon the assistant general manager's desk lay a small pile of papers,
face down, which Edith proceeded to examine in search of the Mosher
letter. She had turned them all over at once, commencing at what had
previously been the bottom of the pile, so that she ran through them all
without finding the Mosher letter before she came to Murray's epistle.

As its import dawned upon her, her eyes widened at first in surprise and
then narrowed as she realized the value of her discovery. At first she
placed the letter back with the others just as she had found them, but
on second thought she took it up quickly and, folding it, slipped it
inside her waist. Then she returned to Compton's office.

"I cannot find the Mosher letter," she said.