"It was supposed, your ladyship, that he left no rag or scrap behind him by which he could be possibly identified. But he did. He left a bundle of old letters."
The screen still goes, as before. All this time her eyes never once release him.
"They were taken and secreted. And to-morrow night, your ladyship, they will come into my possession."
"Still I ask you, what is this to me?"

It was supposed, your ladyship, that Hawdon left no scrap behind him by which he could be identified. But he did. He left a bundle of old letters."
All this time her eyes never once release him.
"They were taken and hidden. And tomorrow night, your ladyship, they will come into my possession."
"Still I ask you, what is this to me?"
