"So he told me," said Maynadier.
The Governor nodded. "I have sent for him. When he arrives, we will proceed with the matter—the quicker it is settled the better. It is a nasty business, Maynadier. I like the fellow, too, damn well!—Come in!" he called, as a knock sounded on the door.—"Ah, my dear!" as Miss Stirling's face appeared, "what got you up so early?"
"I am up so early because—Oh! I beg your pardon, Mr. Maynadier. I thought the Governor was alone. I will withdraw——"
"By no means!" said Maynadier; "our business is over, for the time.—Permit me!" and he stepped to the door.
"Nonsense!" exclaimed the Colonel. "She is not going to talk secrets—what is it, Martha—permission to take some of the horses?"
"No," she replied, and glanced, meaningly, at Maynadier—who at once retired.
She waited until the door was shut.
"It is this," she said. "That letter, which I gave you last evening—I want it back again."
The Governor looked his surprise.