We both turned hastily.
“Which Mr. Littledale?”
“David Littledale, sir.”
“That’s right. It’s for me.”
I took the letter and at the first glance, though I had never seen her handwriting, I knew it was from Bernoline.
“David?”
Ben’s hand closed over my wrist, and I looked up to see his eyes ablaze with jealousy and suspicion.
“David, show me that letter!”
I held it before him, and he gave it one wild look and turned away.