"Naturally, I have turned my mind in that direction also. But John Broad is a very simple fellow--has no enmity against Meynell, quite the contrary. He vows that he never knew why his mother went abroad with Lady Fox-Wilton, or why she went to America; and though she talked a lot of what he calls 'queer stuff' in the few hours he had with her before my visit, he couldn't make head or tail of a good deal of it, and didn't trouble his head about it. And after my visit, he found her incoherent and delirious. Moreover, he declared to me solemnly that he knew nothing about the letters; and I certainly have no means of bringing it home to him." The Bishop's blue eyes were sharply fixed upon the speaker. But on the whole Barron's manner in these remarks had favourably impressed his companion. "We come then"--he said gravely--"to the further question which you will, of course, see will be asked--must be asked. Can you be certain that your own conversation--of course quite unconsciously on your part--has not given hints to some person, some unscrupulous third person, an enemy of Meynell's, who has been making use of information he may have got from you to write these letters? Forgive the inquiry--but you will realize how very important it is--for Church interests--that the suit against Meynell in the Church Courts should not be in any way mixed up with this wretched and discreditable business of the anonymous letters!" Barron flushed a little. "I have of course spoken of the matter in my own family," he said proudly. "I have already told you, my lord, that I confided the whole thing to my son Stephen very early in the day." The Bishop smiled. "We may dismiss Stephen I think--the soul of honour and devoted to Meynell. Can you remember no one else?" Barron endeavoured to show no resentment at these inquiries. But it was clear that they galled. "The only other members of my household are my daughter Theresa, and occasionally, for a week or two, my son Maurice. I answer for them both." "Your son Maurice is at work in London." "He is in business--the manager of an office," said Barron stiffly. The Bishop's face was shrewdly thoughtful. After a pause he said: "You have, of course, examined the handwriting? But I understand that recently all the letters have been typewritten?" "All but two--the letter to Dawes, and a letter which I believe was received by Mrs. Elsmere. I gave the Dawes letter to Meynell at his request." "Having failed to identify the handwriting?" "Certainly."