“Certainly, I do.”

“Whose is it?”

“Mrs. Catherine Clifton’s.”

“Are you sure?”

“Pooh! Of course I am! I am familiar with the writing!”

“Could you swear to it?”

“You are very emphatic in this matter! Let me see the letter again. Yes, I could swear to it.”

“And now will you do me the favor to read it?”

General Conyers, with some hesitation, began to read, but before getting half through, the blood rushed to his brow, and crushing the letter in his hand, he hurled it beneath his feet, and setting his heel upon it, ground it into the earth.

“What do you think of it, now?” asked Clifton, bitterly.