“I will begin by recalling something which you have already told me. Delamayn has promised you marriage—”
“Over and over again!”
“In words?”
“Yes.”
“In writing?”
“Yes.”
“Do you see what I am coming to?”
“Hardly yet.”
“You referred, when we first met in this room, to a letter which you recovered from Bishopriggs, at Perth. I have ascertained from Arnold Brinkworth that the sheet of note-paper stolen from you contained two letters. One was written by you to Delamayn—the other was written by Delamayn to you. The substance of this last Arnold remembered. Your letter he had not read. It is of the utmost importance, Miss Silvester, to let me see that correspondence before we part to-day.”
Anne made no answer. She sat with her clasped hands on her lap. Her eyes looked uneasily away from Sir Patrick’s face, for the first time.