"Absolutely, entirely certain that the one I shut into the envelope addressed to Miss Wentworth was _for_ Miss Wentworth. Yes, as certain as that I'm sitting on this chair. And I am also absolutely certain that as I was crossing the outer hall to look if the dogcart had come, I saw Miss Forsyth come down-stairs and stop at the table where notes and letters for the post always lie, and stand there looking at the letters. There was no one about; everybody was late that morning except ourselves, and Florence, and that woman. But that is all I can vouch for, though Trixie's terror made me surer than ever." "Do you think she knew?" Robin shook his head. "I can't say. Perhaps not all the details; but she tacitly owned to a plot of some kind." "If I can frighten Miss Forsyth into silence, that is the best we can hope for, I suppose," said Rex. "The best one _should_ hope for, I should say," Robin replied. "Of course one yearns to expose that woman, but the real concern is to shield Miss Wentworth. Miss Forsyth has put herself beneath contempt. I care nothing about her, provided we can stop her making a good story of it and--and getting Imogen laughed at; and you, too, for that matter." "Don't take _me_ into consideration," said his brother. "Not for Eva's sake?" suggested Robin, gently. "Eva would only feel as I do," said Major Winchester. "Her whole sympathies will be with Miss Wentworth." "She _is_ an angel, I know," said Robin. "Well, keep cool about it, Rex, and be prepared for Miss Forsyth if you see your chance." Major Winchester had not to wait for it, nor did it come in any way such as could have been predicted. He was off the next morning, almost as soon as it was light, and did not return till about three in the afternoon. As he came up the drive, tired and depressed, with every step the painful scenes of the day before seemed to be re-enacted. He could not forgive himself, even though it was difficult to define precisely where and how he had been to blame. But he found no difficulty in defining and concentrating his overwhelming indignation. Instead of at all softening it, the last few hours had increased it tenfold. And now that, to a certain extent, Imogen was beyond the reach of Miss Forsyth's malevolence, Rex almost felt as if silence were becoming impossible to him. "She _must_ be exposed," he muttered to himself, "so that every honourable door may be closed to her. At all costs I cannot see that she should be allowed to get off scot-free." So thinking, he did not at once notice steps coming quickly behind him, nor till he heard his own name pronounced, in a mocking tone, did he realise that some one was overtaking him. "It is you, Major Winchester, is it? This is your first appearance here to-day. You were off betimes this morning; early starts seem to be the order of the day with you."