Hal for a moment was nonplussed. He had not doubted that his statements would not be believed.
But Reg came to his rescue.
"We could procure that telegram from Port Arthur, and we could get the landlord to certify to his story."
"That is certainly a small point in your favour, but is it the best proof you can produce?" asked May.
"No, I have a letter here addressed to Wyckliffe. I know the hand-writing, and I am confident it would afford you conclusive proof that he is involved with other ladies."
"Do you mean to say you would be mean enough to suggest that the letter should be opened?" asked May, in a disgusted tone.
"Yes, I mean it, since you doubt our word."
Here Reg deliberately tore open the envelope.
"Mr. Morris, you are a thief," cried May, excitedly. "Had I known you were capable of such a low action, I would never have received you here."
"Miss Goodchild, your hard words are uncalled for, but in spite of them I shall go farther yet. We met your father when your conduct had left him heart-broken, and we promised him to save you from the clutches of this scoundrel Wyckliffe. And we will keep our word with or without your assistance. Your conduct to your father has been disgraceful, and it is not for your sake that we do this, but for his. And now I shall put the police on Wyck's tracks, and have him arrested. It is not the course I wanted to pursue, but having gone thus far I will go on to the end. Are you coming, Hal?" said Reg, as he got up to leave.