But she interrupted him.
"You couldn't possibly have guessed. I've got to tell you that."
"It's not these?"
He held up the letters in their envelope.
"What are they?"
"Only two or three notes of yours—all I've got, I think."
"Notes of mine? Oh, put them in the fire! It wasn't that."
"I suppose we may as well put them in the fire," he agreed.
As the fire burnt up the letters, Christine looked at the fire and said:
"John has sent me here."