Iimmediatelyheardhisvoiceinanimatedconversation。Mycuriosityuponthesubjectoftheletterwasnaturallygreat，so，smotheringanylittlescrupleswhichI
mighthavefelt，Iresolvedtolookattheaddressoftheletterwhichlay，asmyhusbandhadleftit，withitsfaceuponthetable。Iaccordinglydrewitovertomeandturnedupthedirection。
FortwoorthreemomentsIcouldscarcebelievemyeyes，buttherecouldbenomistake——inlargecharactersweretracedthewords，’TotheArchangelGabrielinHeaven。’
Ihadscarcelyreturnedthelettertoitsoriginalposition，andinsomedegreerecoveredtheshockwhichthisunequivocalproofofinsanityproduced，whentheclosetdoorwasunlocked，andLordGlenfallenre-enteredthestudy，carefullyclosingandlockingthedooragainupontheoutside。
’Whomhaveyouthere？’inquiredI，makingastrongefforttoappearcalm。