“Yes. You sent that letter to my address. I got it this morning. I opened it, for I thought it was for me, and that perhaps you did not need me to-day. But I saw at once that you put it in the wrong envelope. Did you want me to-day?”
It was on his tongue to say, “I want you every day,” but he merely held out his hand for the letter, and looked at it as if he could not account for its having gone astray.
The next day Miss Gale came late, and she looked frightened. It was evident that Denham was losing his mind. She put the letter down before him and said:
“You addressed that to me the second time, Mr. Denham.”
There was a look of haggard anxiety about Denham that gave color to her suspicions. He felt that it was now or never.
“Then why don’t you answer it, Miss Gale?” he said gruffly.
She backed away from him.
“Answer it?” she repeated faintly.
“Certainly. If I got a letter twice, I would answer it.”
“What do you mean?” she cried, with her hand on the door-knob.