And they brought it. And he saith unto them, Whose is this image and superscription? And they said unto him, Caesar's.
"It's from Hurstwood," said Drouet, noting the superscription as he tore it open.
And he saith unto them, Whose is this image and superscription?
It was addressed to Paris, and the superscription ran: To Monsieur Chabouillet, Secretary of Monsieur le Prefet of Police.
The next morning be posted it himself at the office of M. sur M. it was addressed to Paris, and the superscription ran: to Monsieur Chabouillet, Secretary of Monsieur le Prefet of Police.
Richards glanced listlessly at the superscription and the post-mark--unfamiliar, both--and tossed the letter on the table and resumed his might-have-beens and his hopeless dull miseries where he had left them off.
