"Since that time I have received no intimation that Doctor Heath is aware of my existence."
"Ah-h-h!" ejaculates Mr. Wedron; "and you have not found the letter?"
"No. Its fate remains a mystery."
"Do you still believe that Doctor Heath could account for its disappearance, if he would?"
"On sober second thought, I could see no motive for taking the letter. I was hasty in my accusation. I came to that decision long ago."
"You were deeply grieved over the mesalliance of Miss Lamotte?"
"She was my dearest friend."
"Was?" inquiringly.
Constance pales slightly, but does not correct herself.
"Miss Lamotte's strange marriage has been since explained, I believe?"