"He doesn't say where he's gone," she said.
"You are——?" Iver began.
"I'm Cecily Gainsborough. But I think he means me when he says Lady Tristram of Blent."
"Yes, he must mean you, Miss Gainsborough."
"Yes, because last night he told me—it was so strange, but he wouldn't have done it unless it was true—he told me that he wasn't Lord Tristram really,
and that I——" Her eyes travelled quickly over their faces, and she re-read the letter. "Do you know anything about it?" she demanded imperiously. "Tell me, do you know what he means by this letter and whether what he says is true?"
"We know what he means," answered Iver gravely, "and we know that it's true."
"Have you known it long?" she asked.
Iver glanced at Duplay and Neeld. It was Neeld who answered gently: "Some of us have been sure of it for some time. But——" He looked at Mina before he went on. "But we didn't intend to speak."
Cecily stood there, seeming to consider and for a moment meeting Mina's intense gaze which had never left her face.