“Did you let him out again?”
“No, Mr. Ransome.”
“Perhaps you might, and not recollect. Pray think.”
The porter shook his head.
“Are you sure you did not let him out?”
“I am quite sure of that.”
“Then the Lord have mercy on his soul!”
CHAPTER XXXIII.
That was Grace Carden's first anonymous letter. Its contents curdled her veins with poison. The poor girl sat pale and benumbed, turning the letter in her hand, and reading the fatal words over and over again.