That was the letter; the sentence he had turned back to re-read was the one in which Walter Blake's movements were mentioned.
Grantley looked across to Jeremy.
"Have you heard from Sibylla since she went to Milldean?" he asked.
"Not a line. But she doesn't write much to me."
Again Grantley looked at the paper. Then he laid it down and took up his pen.
"Now for the deed," he said, and drew it to him.
He signed. Thompson fulfilled the formality for which he was required, and then left them alone. Jeremy did not break out into new thanks. That unexplained something in Grantley's face forbade him.
"I can only say that I'll try to justify your extraordinary kindness," he said soberly.
Grantley nodded absently, as he rose and put Christine's letter into the fire. It was better there—and there was no danger that he would forget the contents.
"I say, there's no bad news, is there?" Jeremy could not help asking.