A week later, Janet took a walk on her way back to the apartment. Sure enough, the mail was already there. She saw an envelope that was addressed to Ralph Furley.
"Why would Mr. Furley's mail get mixed up in our mail?" she asked aloud.
This she'd have to find out for herself. After slamming the mailbox, Janet walked up to 201 with the mail in her hands.
When she walked in, she saw Larry and Jack sitting on the couch. Her guess was that they were talking about girls. As Janet slammed the apartment door, Jack and Larry greeted her.
"Hello, Larry and Jack. The mail just came in," Janet told them.
"Anything for me?" Jack asked.
"No, Jack. It's mostly junk and bills. Here's a letter to Mr. Furley."
"How did Mr. Furley's mail get mixed up with ours?" Jack asked, standing by his roommate.
Sure enough, Janet wasn't joking about the envelope addressed to Mr. Furley.
"This is strange," Larry said.
Larry read the name of the person who sent the letter.
"Barney Fife from Mayberry, North Carolina? Who is this Barney and where is the heck is Mayberry?" Larry asked.
"Good question, Larry. Could this be the letter Mr. Furley was talking about?" Jack asked.
When Jack had finished asking his question, Chrissie entered the living room.
"Hi, guys. What are you doing?" Chrissie asked.
"Looking at this," Larry answered by pointing Barney's letter.
"Who is that?" Chrissie asked.
She watched as everyone in the room shake their heads and shrugging.
"Do you think I should deliver this downstairs to Mr. Furley?" Chrissie asked.
"That would be nice. Maybe one of us should leave a note to the mailman," Janet replied.
"Good idea," Larry agreed.
When Larry finished talking, Janet handed Chrissie the envelope.
"There you go, Chrissie. At least Mr. Furley would appreciate getting this mysterious letter," Janet told her.
The three watched as Chrissie headed out of the apartment. It took Chrissie a few seconds to walk to Mr. Furley's place. She knocked a couple of times and Mr. Furley answered the door.
"Oh, hello, Chrissie. Why don't you come on in?" he said.
"Thanks, Mr. Furley. I have something for you," she replied.
"What is it?" he asked.
"This," Chrissie said, handing her landlord the envelope.
"Thank you, Chrissie. I was going out to collect my mail," he told her.
"Looks like Janet beat you to it," Chrissie told him.
"You're saying you already picked up my mail for me?" he asked.
"Well, sort of. Janet said this letter got mixed up with our mail."
"I guess that happens to everybody. Thank you for handing it over," he told Chrissie.
"You are welcome," she said.
"I'll drop by later," he said.
"Okay. I'll let the others know," Chrissie said and headed back to her apartment.
