"Yes; we found your letters to him, and from one of them we believed you to be in England. We thought that--that----"
"That I killed him?"
"You threatened him in one of your letters. We were justified in thinking so."
"He, at least, did not think so. Read this."
He took from his pocket a letter written by Walter Cundall during the few days he had been back in England, and gave it to Penlyn. It ran:
"June, 188--.
"My Dear Corot,
"I am delighted to hear you are in England, and have got an appointment as agent for Don Rodriguez in London. Perhaps, now, I shall have some respite from those fearful threats which, at intervals, from your boyhood, you have hurled at me, at Juanna, and every one you really love. Come and see me when you can, only come as late as possible as I am out much; and we will have a talk about the old place and old times.
"Ever yours, in haste, W. C.
"P.S.--I wish poor Juanna could have lived to know of your good fortune."