"That was the question you wished to ask?"
"Yes. But the arrival of Tamaroo put it out of my head. Did she love my brother?"
"No. Nor did she intend to marry him."
"Then why did she write a lie?"
"Because she would write anything to secure her own ends," said Jarman, taking the letter. "This will not hurt her in any way, and as I asked her to write it she did. I am only beating her with her own weapons."
"What do you intend to do with the letter?" asked the girl.
Eustace put it away, and smiled faintly. "I am going to show it to a black lady called Balkis."
"I heard something about her from Frank. But why--"
"Don't ask me questions, my dear," said Eustace, impatiently, for he felt that he could not talk about the negress without exposing the opium smoking of the dead brother; "there is no time. I go to London in an hour. First I look in at that house in Sand Lane--"
"Where Walter lived?"