Three mornings later, when Uniacke came to the breakfast-table, Sir Graham, who was down before him, handed to him a letter, the envelope of which was half torn open.
"It was put among mine," he said in apology, "and as the handwriting was perfectly familiar to me, I began to open it."
"Familiar?" said Uniacke, taking the letter.
"Yes. It bears an exact resemblance to Doctor Braybrooke's writing."
"Oh!" said Uniacke, laying the letter aside rather hastily.
They sat down on either side of the table.
"You don't read your letter," Sir Graham said, after two or three minutes had passed.
"After breakfast. I don't suppose it is anything important," said the clergyman hastily.
Sir Graham said nothing more, but drank his coffee and soon afterwards went off to his work. Then Uniacke opened the letter.
"Cavendish Square,