“As your lordship pleases,” said Mr. Edgar, resignedly, and he held out the letter.
Mr. Sewell’s face cleared.
“My lord,” he said, “the letter is evidence, such as it is, on the side of the prosecution,” and he read it.
“Where is this Mr. Bradstone?” inquired the judge, sternly.
“One moment!” put in Mr. Edgar. “Do you know if Mr. Bradstone was aware of Lord Clydesfold’s affection for you?”
Olivia’s face flushed, then grew white again.
“He may have known.”
“Had Lord Clydesfold and Mr. Bradstone ever quarreled?”
“Yes,” she faltered, clutching the front of the witness-box.
“So that I should not be far wrong if I said that Mr. Bradstone bore Lord Clydesfold a grudge?”