“Yesterday evening.”
“From where?”
“From a hotel.”
He considered.
“I ought to have had it this morning, Thessa. But the mails, lately, have been very irregular. There have been other delays. This is probably an example.”
“At latest,” she said, “you should have my letter this evening.”
“Y-yes. But the evening is young yet.”
After a moment she drew a light sigh of relief, or perhaps of apprehension, he was not quite sure which.
“But about this other matter—men following and annoying you,” he began.
“Not now, Garry. I can’t talk about it now. Wait until we are sure about my letter——”