Yours in frantic haste,
Donald Wilson.
There was a postscript:
Of course I have no business to write you this letter. I’m doing it for old times’ sake. You may care to know that Kentworthy, though shaken, still believes that Garlett may be innocent. K. has left the Government service. It might be as well for Garlett to employ him in getting up his case. His address is 100 Chancery Lane.
Mrs. Maclean read the letter twice through. Then she handed it back to her husband.
“You’ll never get Jean to go away,” she said quietly. “She wouldn’t believe Harry Garlett guilty if an angel from heaven came and told her he was.”
“But he is guilty!” exclaimed Dr. Maclean, striking the table with his hand.
“I don’t think you have any call to say that yet,” observed his wife.
“I shan’t say it out of this room till I have to get up and say it on oath in the witness-box,” he said sombrely.
“Oh, Jock! Will you have to do that?”