Joseph's letter was locked away in the top drawer of his writing-table.
“Yes, I had rather a bad time—a serious illness. My man nursed me through it, however, with marked success; and—the Gordons, with whom I was staying, were very kind.”
“I had the pleasure of meeting Miss Gordon.”
Jack's face was steady—suavely impenetrable.
Sir John moved a little, and set his empty cup upon the table.
“A charming girl,” he added.
“Yes.”
There was a little pause.
“You are fortunate in that man of yours,” Sir John said. “A first-class man.”
“Yes—he saved my life.”