"What anonymous letter?"
"The one that killed Edmund North."
"Why, you don't mean to insinuate that Dale lays the blame of that on you?"
"I don't suppose he thinks I sent it. Indeed I'm sure he does not. But he was anything but pleasant over it to me at the time, and he has never been quite the same to me since."
"He is an unjust owl," said Jelly.
"One does not look for much else than injustice from lawyers."
"Does Dale say that letter is the reason of his not promoting you to Repton's place?"
"He doesn't say it: but I know that it is so, as if he did just as well."
Jelly struck the key two or three times against the door. She was thinking.
"That's through your foolish tongue, Timothy Wilks. You know you did talk of the matter out of the office."