CONDEMNED
He opened the paper gravely, shadowing the page with one hand so that Cassion was prevented from seeing the words. He read slowly, a frown on his face.
“’Tis the writing of Governor La Barre, although unsigned,” he said at last.
“Yes, Monsieur.”
“How came the page in your possession?”
“I removed it last night from a leather bag found beneath the sleeping bunk in the quarters assigned me.”
“Do you know whose bag it was?”
“Certainly; it was in the canoe with me all the way from Quebec––M. Cassion’s.”
“Your husband?”
“Yes, Monsieur.”