"What anonymous letter?" asked Lawyer Sardonyx, sharply.
"Sir Roger received an anonymous letter a week ago, informing him Mollie would be back a week after its date. We neither of us paid any attention to it, and yet, lo! it has come true."
"Have you that letter about you, Sir Roger?" inquired the lawyer. "I should like to see it, if you have no objection."
Mechanically Sir Roger put his hand in his pocket, and produced the document. The lawyer glanced keenly over it.
"'One Who Knows.' Ah! 'One Who Knows' is a woman, I am certain. That's a woman's hand, I am positive. Look here, Oleander!"
"My opinion exactly! Couldn't possibly be Miss Dane's own writing, could it?" once more with his spectral smile.
"Sir!" cried the baronet, reddening angrily.
"I beg your pardon. But look at the case dispassionately, Sir Roger. My previous impression that Miss Dane was not forcibly abducted is continued by the strange manner of her return."
"Mine also," chimed in Lawyer Sardonyx.
"Suppose we all postpone forming an opinion on the subject," said the lazy voice of the young artist, "until to-morrow, and allow Miss Dane, when the has recovered from her present fatigue and hunger, to explain for herself."