“And the letters——!”
“We burned them together,” rejoined the Crown Prince.
“Where?”
“In a wood that lies off the road to Froam.”
Anthony looked grave.
“The letters you had threatening blackmail—those you left with me—what had Miss Carruthers to say regarding them?”
“But that is remarkable! I taxed her with them—she denied all knowledge of them.”
“Did you believe her?”
The Crown Prince shrugged his shoulders eloquently. “Can a man ever believe a woman with whom he’s once been in love?”
Anthony shot a quick glance at him. He was not an amorist and supremely contemptuous of the professional philanderer. To him, “le pays du Tendre” was far too sacred a country for such light imaginings. “You’re more qualified to answer that question than I, Your Highness. Did you believe her?”