“Not one,” Arthur said.

“Tyler came in Tuesday morning right at nine and asked what it would cost to send three hundred pieces by certified mail.”

“And what did you tell him?”

“I gave him the exact number, ninety-two dollars and forty cents,” Arthur said, laying both palms flat on the oak counter.

“Tyler gave a quick laugh, wiped his hands on his pants and said he might just lose half the mail to save the committee some money.”

“Did he leave any envelopes to be delivered?”