“I can do that, Sir Ronald,” he replied; “my memory is a good one.”
“Three years ago I called you and gave you a letter to take to Leeholme Park; it was for Lady Hermione Lorriston, and you promised me to place it in her own hands.”
“I remember perfectly, Sir Ronald.”
“Tell me what you did.”
“I drove straight to the hall and asked for her ladyship. She had gone to Thringston with a party of guests staying in the house——”
“And then,” interrupted Sir Ronald, impatiently.
“I waited for her until I was afraid to wait any longer, and I asked to see her maid. She is a young woman, sir, whom I have known for many years; her name is Susan Fielding. She came to me, and I told her you had intrusted me with a very particular letter, and I asked her would she promise to give it to her ladyship. She said yes, and I came away.”
“That is all you know about it?” asked Sir Ronald.
“Every word,” replied the man.
“Will you swear that you neither dropped it, changed it, or knew its contents?”