She sighed. 'Yes, of course, uncle ought to know the truth. I hope there is nobody else at all.' She pressed his hand. 'I so much want all that horror buried–buried deep. I am very happy now, dear, but I shall be happier still when you have satisfied that curious mind of yours and found out everything, and stamped down the earth upon it all.' She continued her reading.
Quite recently, however (the letter went on), facts have come to my knowledge which have led me to change my decision. I do not mean that I shall publish what I discovered, but that I have determined to approach you and ask you for a private statement. If you have anything to say which would place the matter in another light, I can imagine no reason why you should withhold it.
I expect, then, to hear from you when and where I may call upon you; unless you prefer the interview to take place at my hotel. In either case I desire that Mr Cupples, whom you will remember, and who has read the enclosed document, should be present also.—Faithfully yours,
What a very stiff letter!' she said. 'Now
