“Marjorie,” replied Stewart listlessly.
“Miss Lennox has made no mention, as far as my knowledge and memory go, of having been in here after Colonel Leach-Fletcher went. Yet I am certain she came in, and I am equally certain of the reason that brought her. When she left your father, he sent her to fetch you.” Anthony made this statement very confidently and went straight on to invest it with more significance. “It was because of what Miss Lennox told your father that he immediately sent for you—she went to him to complain of the lover-like attentions of his secretary.”
“Of course,” burst out Stewart, “you can’t be sure of that—you’re speculating somewhat, aren’t you?”
“On the contrary, Mr. Stewart,” came Anthony’s reply, “I have been able to obtain conclusive proof of what I have just said!”
“What sort of proof?” demanded Stewart.
“Proof about which there isn’t a shadow of a doubt—proof in Morgan Llewellyn’s own handwriting.”
Stewart let a look of complete astonishment pass over his face. “Honestly, I hadn’t the least idea.”
“I don’t suppose you had! Now I want to talk about another matter. And I want you to give me your absolute confidence again, and eventually, your entire obedience. I want this house to be shut up after to-morrow morning’s ceremony!”
“What?” muttered Stewart.
Anthony leaned over to him and spoke in very quiet tones.