"It certainly looks like it," said Mrs. Shadd. "If I didn't know I hadn't written it I would have sworn I had. Where could it have come from?"
"I supposed it came from Onyx House," said Henriette simply, glancing at the envelope.
"Well—it's a very mysterious affair," said Mrs. Shadd, rising, "and I—oh, well, my dear woman, I—I can't blame you—indeed, after all you have done I ought to be—and really am—very much obliged to you. Only—"
"Whom did you have at dinner Wednesday night, dear?" asked Henriette.
"Only the Duke and Duchess of Snarleyow and—mercy! I wonder if he could have done it!"
"Who?" asked Henriette.
"Tommy Dare!" ejaculated Mrs. Shadd, her eyes beginning to twinkle. "Do you suppose this is one of Tommy Dare's jokes?"
"H'm!" mused Henriette, and then she laughed. "It wouldn't be unlike him, would it?"
"Not a bit, the naughty boy!" cried Mrs. Shadd. "That's it, Mrs. Van Raffles, as certainly as we stand here. Suppose, just to worry him, we never let on that anything out of the ordinary has happened, eh?"
"Splendid!" said Henriette, with enthusiasm. "Let's act as if all turned out just as we expected, and, best of all, never even mention it to him, or to Bunderby his confederate, neither of us, eh?"