"Yes, madame."
"He shows an astonishing knowledge of the English language," she said, with quiet meaning.
"He probably got some one to write it for him," said Sharpley, hastily.
"So I thought," she said, significantly.
"What difference can that make, my dear?" demanded Mr. Craven. "It seems to me of no importance whether he wrote it himself, or some traveler for him. You can't doubt Frank's death now?"
"I do."
"Good heavens! What do you mean?"
"I mean that I am confident that my boy is alive. No one can convince me to the contrary," and she rose and left the room.
"The woman is mad!" muttered Sharpley.