Reine, grown suddenly, strangely pale, looks at the beautiful, harassed face of her cousin.
"That note, Maud," she says, in a voice of repressed excitement. "Is it so very important?"
"Important?" Maud says, peevishly. "Did I not tell you my very life hangs on it? They believe that I killed Mr. Clyde. I must go to prison unless I can find that note, which would establish my innocence."
"Then it must be found," Reine says with sudden nervousness. "I will go and help Nellie find it."
"No—no, Reine; where is my uncle?"
"Shut up in the library, I think, Maud."
"Is he so very—very angry with me," she asks, lifting her large blue eyes to Reine's troubled face.
"I—I'm afraid so," Reine stammers, with marked hesitation.
"Would he see me, do you think?" Maud inquires.
"I do not know," Reine answers, with an unconscious sigh.