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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: her mind caught at the suggestion of the folded paper.
"But he must have a name! Where is the paper?"
She moved to the desk, and began to turn over the scattered
documents that littered it. The first that caught her eye was an
unfinished letter in her husband's hand, with his pen lying
across it, as though dropped there at a sudden summons.
"My dear Parvis,"--who was Parvis?--"I have just received your
letter announcing Elwell's death, and while I suppose there is
now no farther risk of trouble, it might be safer--"
She tossed the sheet aside, and continued her search; but no
folded paper was discoverable among the letters and pages of
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