"Won't you sit down?" Grace said quietly.
Ingleby looked at Coulthurst. "I scarcely think Major Coulthurst would object to anything you suggest, but I am in his hands."
"Sit down—and be hanged to you!" said the major, whose face grew suddenly red. "Do you suppose I enjoy the position you have forced me into?"
Ingleby did as he was bidden. "I came across this case at the settlement, sir, and was told it was for you. From what the storekeeper said I fancied Miss Coulthurst would be pleased to have it, and that you wouldn't mind my bringing it up with me."
"You were at the settlement?" and Coulthurst glanced at him almost incredibly. "Perhaps you know Esmond sent down two or three troopers, and they couldn't face the snow?"
"Yes, sir. You will probably understand why I preferred not to mention it in Captain Esmond's presence."
"The box is proof that you were there—but how the devil you managed it is more than I know. The troopers certainly couldn't."
"They didn't go the right way," said Ingleby drily.
"Then there is another one?" and Coulthurst flashed a sharp glance at him.
"As a very little reflection would show you that there must be, there is no use in running away from the question. Besides, I feel I'm safe in your hands, and, while circumstances continue as they are, Captain Esmond couldn't profit by any conclusions you might come to. Shall I open the case for you, sir?"