“Mr. King:
“I made a mistake in ever thinking I cared for you. I have some one else now I love better, and expect to be very happy with him.
“Jinnie Grandoken.”
The next morning when Morse came jauntily in, she handed him the copy of it without a word. He only said to her:
“You’d have saved yourself a lot of trouble if you’d done this in the first place. You won’t bother me long now. Mr. King is home and almost well.” Then he smiled, showing his white, even teeth. “He’ll be glad to receive this letter.”
“Get out,” Jinnie gritted. “Get out before I—I kill you!”
Two days later Molly Merriweather was in the seventh heaven of bliss. As Morse had said, Theodore was home, looking more like himself. With her heart in her mouth, the woman entered his sitting room with Jinnie’s letter. Jordan had had it mailed to King from Binghamton.
“I’ve brought you a letter, Theodore,” smiled Molly nervously.