"Go on," says Mr. Wedron, impatiently; "what happened next?"
Next she tells of the sudden appearance of the strange detective; and here O'Meara seems very much interested, and Mr. Wedron very little.
He does not interrupt her, nor display much interest, until she reaches the point in her narrative when she discovers the loss of Sybil's letter.
"Well!" he cries, as she hesitates once more. "Go on! go on! about that letter."
"Gentlemen," says Constance, contritely, "here, if I could, I would spare myself. When Doctor Heath came, to return the bottle borrowed by the detective, I accused him of taking the letter."
"What!" starting violently; "you suspected him?"
"I insulted him."
"And he—"
"He resented the insult in the only way possible to a gentleman. He accepted it in silence, and turned his back upon me."
"Ah! and since that time?"