“What! another?”
“Oh! as for that it’s only in a manner of speaking. Well, after some conversation and a little music we got quite friendly-like.”
“Yes, I understand; she knew me, did she?”
“Yes, and left a packet for you. A letter with an enclosure. So she told me. I’ll give it you.”
Peace went to a side table, unlooked his desk, and drew therefrom the letter which had been given to him by Mrs. Bourne.
Rawton glanced at the writing on the envelope, and turned suddenly pale.
“Why what on earth ails you?” cried Peace.
“Oh nothing, I’m all right.”
He twisted the letter in his hands for some little time as if afraid to break the envelope which enclosed it.
“Fire away, old man—open it,” said his companion.