And the Foreign Secretary is a cousin of Lord Mountstuart."
"Ah, Miss Forrest!"
"You know of her already?"
"I have heard her name."
(I guessed how: for she could not have seen Ivor Dundas in prison except
through the Chief of Police; but I said nothing of that.)
"You say you know how we met at the hotel, Mr. Dundas and I," I went on.
"But I'll explain to you now the inner meaning of it all, which even you
can't have found out. Mr. Dundas was to have brought me my letters--half
a dozen. He gave me a leather case, which he took from an inner breast
pocket, saying the letters were in it. But the room was dark. Something
had gone wrong with the electricity, and I hadn't let him push back the
curtains, for fear I might be seen from outside, if the lights should
suddenly come on. He didn't see the case, as he handed it to me, nor
could I. Just at that instant there was a knock at the door; and quick
as thought I pushed the leather case down between the seat and back of
the sofa."
"But what reason had you to suppose that any danger of discovery
threatened you because of a knock at the door?"
"I'll tell you. There is a man--I won't mention his name, but you know
it very well, and maybe it is in your mind now--who wants me to marry
him.
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