In the meantime at Stourton Grange her letter had caused the strongest excitement in young Henderson's breast, for she had discovered something about May Churchill, he told himself; something connected with Temple, no doubt. He waited impatiently until the time she had appointed to meet him came, and then walked to the lane that led to the West Lodge at Woodlea Hall. Here he waited nearly half an hour before Mrs. Temple appeared. At last, however, he saw her, and went eagerly forward to meet her. "You got my letter?" said Mrs. Temple, as she shook hands with him. "Yes, this morning," answered Henderson, quickly, and his brown face flushed as he spoke. "You have something to tell me?" Mrs. Temple gave a little scornful laugh. "I have discovered, I think, where the beauty that all you men raved about is hidden; but I must be sure," she said. "You guess what I mean? A letter came for John Temple yesterday morning--a passionate love letter--from this address," and as she spoke she drew out the address that she had seen on May's letter to John, and placed it in Henderson's hand. "I am almost sure this letter was from Miss Churchill." "Did you see it?" asked Henderson, eagerly, and with quivering lips. "I saw the first lines of it. It was lying open on a table in his room when I went in, and I have no doubt it was from her. But I want you to find out this; to go up to town and see this girl yourself--I mean to watch the house until she comes out of it. Do not speak to her or call upon her, or perhaps she would again disappear. But if what I believe is true John Temple shall bitterly repent the gross deception he has practiced on us all." Henderson ground his strong white teeth together. "And you believe," he said, hoarsely, "that--that May Churchill--is anything to Temple?" Mrs. Temple laughed bitterly. "I believe she is everything to him," she answered. "The letter I saw began, 'My dearest, dearest John.'" A fierce oath broke from Henderson's lips. "If I believed he had wronged this girl--" he began. "He may have married her," replied Mrs. Temple, scornfully. "At all events, if she wrote this letter there is no doubt of the connection between them." "Some other woman may have written it." "That is what I want you to find out. Will you go to town to learn the truth, and when?" "I will go to-morrow; no, I will go to-night; I will be at the bottom of this, and if it is as you think, Mr. Temple will find his mistake." "Do not act like a fool, and get into any trouble about her. But find out, and then write to me at once all particulars. If you see her, follow her at a distance, and ask at the nearest shops what name she goes by. Keep the address safe, and now good-by." "I am not likely to lose the address," answered Henderson, sullenly, as he placed it in his pocket-book. "Good-by, Mrs. Temple, I will let you know what I find out, and then--"