Lady Bell almost snatched it from her hand.
“You did right,” she said.
With trembling hands she broke open the envelope, not noting that it opened easily as if it had been tampered with, and read the note.
“Dear Lady Bell—I am sorry I cannot come as arranged. I am in great trouble, and cannot leave London.
“Yours truly,
Jack Newcombe.”
Lady Bell looked at the few lines for full a minute, then she pressed the letter to her lips. As she did so, she saw that the slight figure in its dark dress was still standing in front of her, and she started.
“Why are you waiting?” she said angrily.
Laura Treherne turned to go, but Lady Bell called to her.
“Wait. I beg your pardon. I am going to London tomorrow by the first train. Will you have everything ready?”
Laura Treherne bowed.