“It’s a monstrous thing,” he exclaimed, “that these were not put in among the exhibits connected with the case.”
“So Mr. Kentworthy says,” observed Jean. “He thinks them an integral part of the story—that was his expression.”
“Miss Bower?”
He turned, and faced her squarely.
“Find the human being who wrote these three dastardly letters—and I will undertake to save your lover’s life!”
CHAPTER XIX
As she walked away from the great advocate’s chambers Jean Bower felt happier than she had felt since the terrible morning when Harry Garlett had been arrested in her presence on the charge of murder.
Though she felt certain that her forthcoming interview with Garlett would not bring the result Sir Harold evidently expected it to do, yet, deep in her heart, she was full of joy at the thought of seeing the man she loved. Her heart had hungered for him, and nothing but the knowledge that he shrank from seeing her in the shameful place where he was now strictly confined had prevented her making an effort to see him. It was an infinite comfort to feel that it was now her duty to do so.
She had deliberately sent no word of her approaching return to Bonnie Doon, and when she went out of Grendon station, where she had always been met by either her uncle or her aunt, even by Elsie if neither of them could come, there swept over her a curious feeling that henceforth she must live her life alone, if only because of her promise to the man on whose instructions she was now acting.
Quickly she walked away from the station, intent on seeing Mr. Toogood, so that her interview with Harry Garlett should be arranged as soon as possible.