This happened to me last year: I was writing a letter to a very good friend of mine. Now, I don't usually write her letters, I usually talk to her on the phone, but I had so much to tell her about that I decided to write her a letter. It took me about two hours to write this letter, it came out to 20 pages (written on both sides). I put it in an envelope and put it on my desk so that when I go to the mail box later that afternoon I would bring it with to the post office. That afternoon I came into my room and the letter is gone!! And I was sure it was my sister who touched it 'cause she always touched all of my stuff without asking and she did it 'cause she knows it always gets on my nerves. So I stormed in to her room and yelled at her for touching my stuff again (and boy do I know how to yell at her!!) and then she goes like this innocent little girl (she's 10) "I didn't touch it" and after I scream at her some more she still doesn't tell me where she hid it -- and she doesn't even admit she took it!! That was it; I was "brogez" with her for the whole week. The week after that my friend calls me she says, "B., it took me two hours to read your letter!! I'm telling you I learned so much about you just from that letter than I have ever known about you in my whole life!!" I was SHOCKED!! I couldn't understand how she got my letter. I knew what I had to do; I went to my sister and begged her for forgiveness. B"H (thank G-d) my sister is smart (sometimes...) and she told me that she didn't blame me for being mad at her even though she didn't do a thing, and she said: "Maybe I should try and practice not touching your things and then you won't blame me for everything." Even though the mystery wasn't solved (I still don't know who sent that letter -- maybe Eliyahu Hanavi?) but B"H everything turned out all right (even though I still didn't have anyone to blame when something of mine is missing -- but hey!! You can't win 'um all!).