And her immediate pallor, preceding her assumed bewilderment, told him that Miss Christie had told the truth.
“What letter—what’s the trouble, Jim?”
“The letter Jack wrote to me the day he died.”
“He didn’t give me any letter to you——”
“No,—you took it—fairly out of his dead hand.”
“No—I’ve been interviewing Miss Christie!”
If poor Miss Christie could have seen the hard look on her benefactor’s face, how her scenario would have been shattered!
“Is that girl back here?”
“She’s been working in my office.”