"There's only one consideration that would make me."
Gravener's clear, handsome eyes plunged into mine a minute, but evidently without fishing up a clew to this motive—a failure by which I was almost wounded. "What does the letter contain?"
"It's sealed, as I tell you, and I don't know what it contains."
"Why is it sent through you?"
"Rather than you?" I hesitated a moment. "The only explanation I can think of is that the person sending it may have imagined your relations with Miss Anvoy to be at an end—may have been told this is the case by Mrs. Saltram."
"My relations with Miss Anvoy are not at an end," poor Gravener stammered.
Again, for an instant, I deliberated. "The offer I propose to make you gives me the right to put a question remarkably direct. Are you still engaged to Miss Anvoy?"
"No, I'm not," he slowly brought out. "But we're perfectly good friends."
"Such good friends that you will again become prospective husband and wife if the obstacle in your path be removed?"
"Removed?" Gravener anxiously repeated.
"If I give Miss Anvoy the letter I speak of, she may drop her project."
"Then, for God's sake give it!"
"I'll do so if you're ready to assure me that her
