"Where is she?" he repeated. "Do you know?"
"No; but I think you do."
"Why do you think so?"
"That's not the question! Where is she?"
"I don't know."
"What!"
"I don't know. I tell you I don't! She is a false-hearted, lying, treacherous——"
His face was white with fury. His name, called by the coroner, restored him to himself. Turning round, he saw that gentleman holding out to him a letter. It was Charley's fatal note, given to him by Dr. Leach, while Val and Charley had been speaking.
"Do you know this, Mr. Marsh?" the coroner asked.
Charley glanced over the note, the coroner still holding it. It was all written on the first page, in a pothook-and-hanger fist; and Charley turned crimson for the second time, as he finished it and read the name at the bottom.