It was she who broke the silence. "I did write," she said.
"Yes. I got the letter." He laid it and Miss Davenant's on the table. "What does it mean?"
"What it says—"
"You won't let me help you—but you let that man, right enough."
"What was I to do? The important thing was to get away."
"What tale did you tell that man?"
"The truth."
He scowled with bitter skepticism.
"I did. Except that you're not my brother. I told him I'd missed you and that I'd got to get to London to-day as early as I could. And he was awfully nice and kind."