"Very well," nodded Cleopatra. "As soon as a letter comes, send it to me."
"At once," said the doctor. "You must look after this lady, and cheer her up."
"Yes, I will. What is your name?"
"My name used to be Conrad. You may call me that."
She shrank from wearing the name of the man who had confined her in this terrible asylum.
"That isn't classical. I will call you Claudia—may I?"
"You may call me anything you like," said Mrs. Kenyon wearily.
"When will you send me the paper and ink?" she asked.
"They shall be sent up at once."
Ten minutes later, writing materials were brought. Anxious to do something which might lead to her release, she sat down and wrote letters to two gentlemen of influence with whom she was acquainted, giving the details of the plot which had been so successfully carried out against her liberty.