The detective bowed and answered in the affirmative.
He then rose and took his departure, promising his patron to wait upon him again in a day or two.
Mr. Wrench inquired of the butler the most convenient house in the neighbourhood for him to put up at.
Mr. Jakyl, as a matter of course, recommended him to go to the “Carved Lion,” and he at once bent his steps in the direction of that well-known hostelry.
Lord Ethalwood had not sufficient fortitude to open his daughter’s letters in the presence of any one, more especially that one being a detective.
It was a task he had reserved for another occasion.
Soon after the departure of Mr. Wrench his lordship mustered up courage to break the seals of the epistles.
As he did so a tremour seemed to pass through his frame.
A deep sigh escaped from him as he opened the first letter. In this the letter referred to her elopement as a playful piece of diplomacy, never for a moment assuming that it would be deemed an unpardonable offence by her parent.
She asked him to forgive her, and not be angry with his pet, as she had done that which had made her happy for life.