Peggy's white, set face looked straight out before her. She summoned up all her courage to bear the remainder of her torture.
"You still persist," said Sir Robert, "in saying that your trip to Paris resulted from an accident?"
"Emphatically I do," she answered.
Sir Robert looked towards the judge.
"Has your lordship got that document," he said, "which Mr. Admaston identified when he was in the witness-box?"
The President nodded. "That was the anonymous letter received by Miss Admaston—Mr. Admaston's aunt,—was it not, and produced by her on subpœna yesterday? Yes. I have it here in the envelope."
"Perhaps your lordship will allow the witness to look at the envelope."
Mr. M'Arthur jumped up. "My lord," he said, "I submit again that nothing can make this letter evidence."
"And you are quite right, Mr. M'Arthur," the judge answered. "But at present Sir Robert is not suggesting that it is evidence—Usher," he continued, "please hand this to the witness."
"Look at that envelope," Sir Robert continued. "You will see that it is dated March 23rd, and the postmark shows that it was collected at 10.30 a.m. Now, you persist in saying that at the time that letter was posted nothing was further from your mind than that you would be staying the night in Paris."