“Why, I thought you said a moment ago that he showed it to you.”
“He did. Yet no one but himself saw the letter.”
The young lady sprang to her feet.
“Are you, then, John Trenton, the artist?”
“Miss Sommerton, I have to plead guilty.”
Chapter VI
Miss Eva Sommerton and Mr. John Trenton stood on opposite sides of the blazing fire and looked at each other. A faint smile hovered around the lips of the artist, but Miss Sommerton’s face was very serious. She was the first to speak.