“You’re mistaken. I didn’t have any words with him. I got there much later.”
“I meant in the letter he wrote that afternoon.”
“He didn’t write me any letter,” Jim answered, a little impatient of this opening up of intimate things with his stenographer. But Miss Christie opened her eyes and blundered on.
“I mean the one Mrs. Hubbell took—with her own.”
Jim’s body tightened just a little with sudden interest. But he remained calm. His next words put Miss Christie in a fright.
“I want you to tell me exactly what you know about that letter.”
The girl seemed to see all at once that she was making new history.
“Maybe she lost it,” she said feebly.
“Will you please tell me what I ask about that letter? Tell me just what happened that afternoon.”
Miss Christie gasped.