Furthermore, that a letter had been sent addressed to Mr Swinton, and delivered to his valet. The waiter to whom it had been intrusted was the authority for these statements.
What could that letter contain?
Mr Lucas should know, and Mr Lucas was asked.
But he did not know. So far from being acquainted with the contents of the letter in question, he was not even aware that an epistle had been sent.
On being told of it, he felt something like a suspicion of being compromised, and at once determined on demanding from Swinton an explanation.
With this resolve he sought the Englishman in his room.
He found him there, and with some surprise discovered him in familiar discourse with his servant.
“What’s this I’ve heard, Mr Swinton?” he asked upon entering.
“Aw—aw; what, my deaw Lucas?”
“This letter they’re talking about.”