"Not much that we need talk of now, except one thing."
"What was that?"
"He told me to go back to you."
"Why?"
"Because he said"—Daphne's voice dropped low—"that you loved me."
There was a long silence, until a live coal subsided in the grate. Then Juggernaut said—
"It was Carthew, I suppose."
Daphne nodded.
"Jack," she said, "Jim Carthew is the best friend that you and I possess."
"I know it."