"What letter?"
"That accusing you and threatening to tell the police about you if I did not break the engagement."
"Who wrote it?"
"I can't say, save that it must have been some enemy."
"Naturally," replied Mallow cynically. "A friend does not write in that way. Have you the letter with you."
"No. It is at home. I never thought of bringing it. But I will show it to you soon. I wish now I had spoken before."
"I wish to heaven you had!"
"I thought it best to be silent," said Juliet, trying to argue. "I feared lest if I spoke to you, this enemy, whosoever he is, might carry out the threat in the letter."
"Is the letter written by a man or a woman?"
"I can't say. Women write in so masculine a way nowadays. It might be either. But why were you at the cottage—"