J. J. Bell, Joan's Enemies — 7. Lottie Steals the Letter (1917)
“ Why, he might even marry her, after all—no, not that! At length he was there, right under the window, stooping over the narrow flower-bed whereon the letter had indubitably fallen. The air was as still as ever; the scent of flowers was sweet and heavy in his nostrils. A faint chuckle escaped him as his eager hands began to grope..... After a little while he brought out a small electric torch, and putting his handkerchief over the lens to reduce the brilliance, resumed the search. But the light showed him nothing—nothing save the stunning fact that the letter was no longer there. ”
