“Where are you going to now?” Alec asked in surprise.
“To see if I can get a look at this blessed letter,” Roger said, turning the handle. “Mrs. Plant’s room is down this passage, isn’t it?”
With a quick glance up and down the passage, Roger hurried along to Mrs. Plant’s bedroom and tapped on the door.
“Come in,” said a voice inside.
“It’s me, Mrs. Plant,” he replied softly. “Mr. Sheringham. Can I speak to you a minute?”
There came the sound of rapid footsteps crossing the floor and Mrs. Plant’s head appeared at the door.
“Yes?” she asked, not without a certain apprehension. “What is it, Mr. Sheringham?”
“You remember that letter you mentioned this morning? From Mr. Stanworth, I mean. Have you still got it, by any chance, or have you destroyed it?”
He held his breath for her reply.
“Oh, no. Of course I destroyed it at once. Why?”