"Mais certainement," replied the Frenchman, with a bow. "Pardon, monsieur." He retired quickly, and in a few minutes returned with the packet of letters--open. "Have you read these?" cried Judith, indignantly, as she took the packet. Monsieur Judas smiled in a deprecating manner, and shook his head. "I am a man of the honour, mademoiselle," he said with great dignity, "an' I haf not read ze lettres. I tawt de lettres pour moi, and I did open zem. But wen I do zee zem in anglais I see it is mistook, an' read zem not." Fanks kept his eyes on Judas as he spoke, to see if he was speaking the truth, but was quite unable to arrive at any decision, so calm was the Frenchman's voice, so immobile the expression of his face. "Well, at all events we have got the letters," he said to Miss Varlins. "And now--" "Now you can take them home to read," replied Miss Varlins, contemptuously, tossing the packet to him. "But are you not going to examine them?" "I have done so." "Are all the letters there?" "Monsieur," cried Judas, "do you tink--" "I'm addressing Miss Varlins," retorted Fanks, coldly. "Are all the letters there, Miss Varlins?" "Yes, I think so," she replied, with faint hesitation. "You are not sure?" "As sure as I can be," she replied, keeping her temper wonderfully. "I think they are all there. Will you please read the letters, and then return them to me?" "Certainly." "Thank you. Good morning," replied Judith, coldly. "Mr. Axton." Roger bowed and conducted her to the carriage, while Fanks, with the bundle of letters in his hands, stood looking after her in an irresolute manner. Suddenly he felt a cold touch on his hand, and turned round to see Judas looking at him with a strange smile on his crafty face. "You are afraid," he said, in French. "Of what?" answered Fanks, coldly. "Of those," pointing to the letters; "of her," indicating Judith; "of him," nodding in the direction of Roger; "of all. You are afraid, monsieur, of what you may discover." Fanks looked steadily at him, made no reply, and walked quickly out of the shop. Chapter 11 No Smoke Without Fire This is the episode of Mr. Spolger, which came about in this wise. Roger was very indignant with his friend for speaking so plainly to Judith, and told him so in somewhat strong language when the carriage had departed. Fanks said nothing at first, being much exercised in his own mind over the peculiar attitude taken up towards him by Miss Varlins, but Axton was so very free in his condemnations, that for the moment he lost his self-control, and answered sharply. "I've taken up this case, Roger, and I intend to carry it out to the bitter end, if only for your sake; but you must let me act in every way as I think best, otherwise--" "Otherwise!" repeated Axton, angrily, as Octavius paused. "I will throw up the whole affair."