"Come, come, my lord," said the doctor, cheerfully. "You may depend upon me. I should not hold out hope unless I had good reason for so doing. We shall save her, I trust and believe." Leycester inclined his head; he could not speak. The doctor looked at him gravely. "If you will permit me, my lord," he said, "I would suggest that you should now take some rest. You are far from strong yourself." Leycester smiled grimly. "Far from strong," repeated the doctor, emphatically. "And there is a great deal more endurance before you. Be advised and take some rest, my lord. "The landlord has been speaking to me, sir, about the unfortunate man you found. It seems that there are papers and valuables--jewelry, and such like. Will your lordship take charge of them until the police arrive? I understand that you knew him." "Yes, I knew him," said Leycester. He had, in truth, almost forgotten Jasper Adelstone. "I will take charge of the things, if you wish it." "Follow me, then," said the doctor. They went to the inn, and up the stairs, with that quiet, subdued step with which men approach the presence of grim death, and stood beside the bed upon which lay all that remained of the man who had so nearly wrecked two lives. Leycester looked down at the white face, calm and expressionless--looked down with a solemn feeling at his heart, and the doctor drew some papers from the coat. "These are them," he said, "if your lordship will take charge of them." Leycester took them, and as he did so, he glanced mechanically at them as they lay in his hand, and uttered an exclamation. There in his hand lay the note which Lenore had written, bidding Jasper Adelstone meet her in the wood. He knew the writing in a moment, and before he had time to prevent it, had read the few pregnant words. The doctor turned round. "What is the matter?" Leycester stood, and for the first time that awful night trembled. The idea of treachery and deceit so connected with Lenore utterly unnerved him. He knew, he felt as if by instinct, that he held in his hand a link in the chain of cunning and chicanery which had so nearly entangled him, and the thought that her name would become the prey of the newspapers was torture. "Doctor," he said, and his voice trembled, "I have seen by accident a letter written to this unfortunate man. It consists of a few lines only. It will compromise a lady whose good name is in my keeping----" The doctor held up his hand. "Your lordship will be guided by your sense of honor," he said. Leycester inclined his head and put the note in his pocket. Then they went down, and the doctor strode off to the cottage and left Leycester still pacing the beach.