"There are things which I do not wish you to know."
"In connection with my mother's death?"
"Yes," said Ralph, after a second's pause, "in connection with your mother's death. Audrey"--he knelt at her feet and looked anxiously into her face--"why not leave this matter alone and marry me?"
"How can I when you refuse to trust me?" she said sternly.
"I do trust you. I trust you entirely."
"Then tell me what you know."
"I can't. It is too difficult."
"Is that why you chose to write me an anonymous letter?" she asked quickly.
The barrister rose and flushed a deep red, while he looked at her with startled eyes. "What do you mean?" he stammered.
"I mean what I say. Perry Toat examined that letter, and by comparing your handwriting with that of my unknown correspondent, by looking at the postmark, and by recognising the common paper as some used by your office-boy to keep notes, she is certain that you wrote the letter."