Arrow Pointing Nowhere

Schenck pushed the ball of crumpled paper across the table. “The trouble is,” he said, “you don’t get your mail.” Gamadge picked the thing up and smoothed it out. It proved to be a buff-colored envelope of good quality, addressed in neat typing to Blake Fenway, Esq., in the east seventies. A business address was printed in the upper left-hand corner: J. Hall. Rare Books. In the upper right-hand corner was a cancelled stamp; the postmark was dated January 29th.