“Yes.”
“Why, Imogene, I sent you no note.”
“I have got it in my pocket.”
“Let me see it.”
She handed the note to him which she had received, and he ran his eye over the contents.
He looked astonished.
“By Heavens!” he exclaimed, “somebody is plotting against us; but, thank God, I was in time to frustrate their plan!”
“Then you really did not write it?” and Imogene appeared frightened.
“I never saw this note before—I did not even know you were going to the fort until I met your servant on the edge of the grove, who said you would be ready in a few moments, and then hastened away before I could speak to him.”
“Who could have done this? Oh, Edgar, I fear there is some dreadful mystery about this!”