You will get no other notice than this one.

I opened the mailbox, slipped the blue presentation folder in, and let the metal lid fall shut with a sharp clink.

Through the narrow glass panel in the front door, I saw Arthur come out from behind the curtain.

He pushed his silver-framed glasses up by the bridge, his eyes huge behind the lenses as he stared at the mailbox.

I didn’t raise my voice, and I didn’t make any gesture.