“Have you the letters?”
“No, they were each marked ‘Burn,’ and I did so at once.”
“And—did you hear from either of them again?”
“Not a word. I saw Rob's death in the paper. I didn't recognise him in that picture as Eames, and then I—I read of Jack's dreadful trouble.”
There was a long silence between the two.
“And Mr. Beale? Where does he come in?”
“Beale?” She repeated the name questioningly. “Who is he? Never heard the name that I know of.”
“Humph! And Miss Heilbronner, what of her?”
“She married still another man, so someone told me, shortly after the armistice. But Mr. Pointer, you're thinking of Rob Erskine. I'm not. Not for the moment. It's John Carter we must save. Poor Rob is killed, but Jack—” There were tears in her eyes which she winked resolutely away. “Mr. Pointer, you're a fair-minded man, one only has to look at you to see you wouldn't have a hand in faking up a case against an innocent man, and the case against Jack is faked.”
“Then why doesn't he speak out, Miss West?”