‘No, it did not,’ said Dolores, colouring deeply.
‘Was it a chance meeting?’
‘No—by appointment.’
‘How was the appointment made?’
‘We wrote to say we would come that day.’
‘We—who was the other party?’
‘Miss Constance Hacket.’
‘You were then in correspondence with the prisoner. Was it with the sanction of Lady Merrifield?’
‘No.’
‘A secret correspondence, then, romantically carried on—by what means?’