Still she could not understand.
“But—— Were you—stealing them?”
His lordship drew himself up.
“No,” he said. “No! Not stealing. No.”
“Then——”
“Like this: before dinner old boy friendly as you please; couldn’t do enough for me. Touched him for twenty of the best and got away with it. So far all well. Then met you on stairs. You let cat out of bag.”
“But why? Surely——”
His lordship gave the drawer a dignified wave.
“Not blaming you,” he said magnanimously. “Not your fault—misfortune. You didn’t know—about letter.”
“About the letter?” said Molly. “Yes; what was the trouble about the letter? I knew something was wrong directly I had said that I wrote it.”