It seemed as if an angel must be helping me, and whispering what to do. Perhaps it was so.
“Will you be so good as to take a message to the black servant who came with me?” I said.
“Certainly, Madam.”
“Then please to tell him that I wish to speak with him at the door of this room.”
“Madam, forgive me, but I dare not bring any one here.”
I tore a blank leaf out of a book on the table. I had a pencil in my pocket. “Give him this, then; and let no one take it from you. You shall have a guinea to do it.”
“Gemini!” I heard the girl whisper to herself in amazement.
I wrote hastily:—“Beg my Uncle Charles to come this moment, and bring Dobson. Tell him, if he ever loved either me or Miss Hester, he will do this. It is a matter of life and death.”
“Promise me,” I said, unlocking the door to give it to her, “that this piece of paper shall be in my black servant’s hands directly, and that no one else shall see it.”
I spoke to a young girl, apparently one of the lower servants of the house. Her round eyes opened wide.