“You have it back now? You have destroyed it?”
She shook her head wearily.
“No, I was to have had it when he had succeeded; I had not let him in five minutes when you disturbed us.”
“Tell me the man’s name.”
“Why?”
“I will get you the letter.”
“He would not give it you. You could not make him.”
Wolfenden’s eyes flashed with a sudden fire.
“You are mistaken,” he said. “The man who holds for blackmail over a woman’s head, a letter written twenty years ago, is a scoundrel! I will get that letter from him. Tell me his name!”