"This is so familiar, that I cannot possibly be mistaken. It is as well known to me as my sister's."
"Pray don't speak of your sister in connection with this matter," said George entreatingly.
"Would you rather I spoke of my mother?"
"Your mother! What do you mean?"
"She wrote that letter. I am certain of it."
"Impossible! You must be mistaken."
"I should recognise the hand among a thousand."
"You forget that the writer of this missive instigated Dargental's murder," insisted George, imprudently, "for it seems almost certain that she was the guilty party, since it was neither Blanche nor the Countess de Lescombat; and how can you think Madame Verdon capable of such a crime? You never met Dargental. You never even heard of him prior to your arrival in Paris."
"I have not lived with my mother since I was a child."
"But your sister has never left her, and she only heard of Dargental through the papers. Your mother obtained her information about his death from the same source, and it did not affect her in the least."