"Non, it is not that. The letter arrives from M. de Bertrand. It was send to him from England under cover, and he waited till he should learn your address and have opportunity to send it with safety. When I wrote to him that you all were ordered to Verdun, then he sent the letter to me by one travelling this way. It is but now arrived. I am glad!" Lucille added, under her breath.
Denham bent nearer to the candle, trying with drawn brows to make out the handwriting. As he did so, a curious light crept over his face. Lucille thought she could read its meaning.
"You are very good, mademoiselle. I am much indebted to you and to M. de Bertrand," he said.
"Den, I do believe it's Polly's writing!" exclaimed Roy.
Denham glanced towards him.
"Yes; it is from Polly."
(To be continued.)
