It seems, he'd been made frantically jealous by some misrepresentations
of--the man whose name we haven't mentioned. I begged Mr. Dundas to hide
in my boudoir, which he disliked doing, but finally did, to please me. I
hoped that he would escape by the window, but it stuck, and to my horror
I heard him there, in the dark, moving about. I covered the sounds as
well as I could, and pacified Raoul, who thought he had seen someone
come in. I hinted that it must have been the fiance of a pretty
housemaid I have. It was not till after one that Ivor Dundas finally got
away; this I swear to you. What happened to him after leaving my house
you know better than I do, for I haven't seen him since, as you are well
aware."
"He says he found a letter from the thief in his pocket, and went to the
address named; that he couldn't get a cab and walked. But you have read
the papers,"
"Yes, and I know how loyal he has been to me. Why, he wouldn't even tell
about the diamonds, much less my letters!"
"As for these letters, you are still anxious about them, Mademoiselle?"
"My hope is that Mr. Dundas found and had time to destroy them, rather
than risk further delay.
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