I never met
him. I was, unfortunately, away at the time they came."
"He was very nice and kind to me," the girl continued, "just as nice
as Sir Wingrave was horrid. I suppose it was because they came on that
day, but I have always connected him somehow with this mysterious
relation of mine. Mr. Aynesworth didn't help to find him, did he?"
"Certainly not!" the lawyer answered. "The instructions I had came
first from Mr. Saunders, the vicar of the parish. It was he who
appeared to have made the necessary inquiries."
"Horrid old man!" she declared. "He used to make me feel that I wanted
to cry every time that I saw him."
"Miss Rachael is calling us," the lawyer declared with obvious relief.
"New cake!" Juliet declared, "I can smell it! Delicious!"
LADY RUTH'S LAST CARD
"There are two letters," Aynesworth announced, "which I have not
opened. One, I think, is from the Marchioness of Westhampton, the
other from some solicitors at Truro. They were both marked private."
Wingrave was at breakfast in his flat; Aynesworth had been in an
adjoining room sorting his correspondence. He accepted the two
letters, and glanced them through without remark. But whereas he
bestowed scarcely a second's consideration upon the broad sheet of
white paper with the small coronet and the faint perfume of violets,
the second letter apparently caused him some annoyance. He read it
through for a second time with a slight frown upon his forehead.
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