Miss Greeby nodded. "Certainly! You and Agnes should have got married and let Garvington get out of his troubles as best he could. That's what I should have done, as I'm not an aristocrat, and can't see the use of becoming the sacrifice for a musty, fusty old family. However, Agnes made her bargain and kept to it. She's all right, although other people may be not of that opinion."
"There isn't a man or woman who dare say a word against Agnes."
"A good many will say lots of words, should what you have told me get into print," rejoined Miss Greeby dryly.
"I agree with you. Therefore do I ask for your assistance. What is best to be done, Clara?"
"We must get the letter from Silver and learn who forged it. Once that is made plain, the truth will come to light, since the individual who forged and sent that letter must have fired the second shot."
"Quite so. But Silver won't give up the letter."
"Oh, yes, he will. He's my secretary, and I'll make him."
"Even as your secretary he won't," said Lambert, dubiously.
"We'll see about that, old boy. I'll heckle and harry and worry Silver on to the gallows if he doesn't do what he's told."
"The gallows. You don't think—"