He sat down at the writing-table and spread a sheet of notepaper in front of him.
Cast your eyes on the address at the head of this notepaper.
And there's notepaper and envelopes and stamps, just the same as in London.
Foyle was thinking of the finger-prints he had found on that notepaper.
Within were two plain sheets of notepaper and a postal order.
He held the sheet ...