to him over the side of the waggon, murmuring, "I've lost it."
He started at the words, and sprang forward to me. Then he turned quickly to the carrier.
"This gentleman is my friend," he said. "Give him to me. I’11 speak to you later."
He waited while I was lifted down from the waggon into the arms that he held ready for me, and himself carried me across the threshold. I was quite clear in the head by now, and understood all that passed. There were one or two people in the hall, but Mr. Rassendyll took no heed of them. He bore me quickly upstairs and into his sitting-room. There he set me down in an armchair and stood opposite to me. He was smiling, but anxiety was awake in his eyes.
"I've lost it," I said again, looking up at him pitifully enough.
"That's all right," said he, nodding. "Will you wait, or can you tell me?"
"Yes; but give me some brandy," said I.
Rudolf gave me a little brandy mixed in a great deal of water, and then I made shift to tell him. Though faint, I was not confused, and I gave my story in brief, hurried, yet sufficient words. He made no sign till I mentioned the letter. Then his face changed.
"A letter too ?" he exclaimed, in a strange
