"If you please, Mr. Coventry, did you get the letter last night?" were

the first words that greeted the "young master" as he left his room

next morning.

"What letter, Dean? I don't remember any," he answered, pausing, for

something in the maid's manner struck him as peculiar.

"It came just as you left for the Hall, sir. Benson ran after you with

it, as it was marked 'Haste.' Didn't you get it, sir?" asked the woman,

anxiously.

"Yes, but upon my life, I forgot all about it till this minute. It's in

my other coat, I suppose, if I've not lost it. That absurd masquerading

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put everything else out of my head." And speaking more to himself than

to the maid, Coventry turned back to look for the missing letter.

Dean remained where she was, apparently busy about the arrangement of

the curtains at the hall window, but furtively watching meanwhile with a

most unwonted air of curiosity.

"Not there, I thought so!" she muttered, as Coventry impatiently thrust

his hand into one pocket after another. But as she spoke, an expression

of amazement appeared in her face, for suddenly the letter was

discovered.

"I'd have sworn it wasn't there! I don't understand it, but she's a deep

one, or I'm much deceived." And Dean shook her head like one perplexed,

but not convinced.

Coventry uttered an exclamation of satisfaction on glancing at the

address and, standing where he was, tore open the letter.

Dear C: I'm off to Baden. Come and join me, then you'll be out of harm's way;

for if you fall in love with J.M. (and you can't escape if you stay

where she is), you will incur the trifling inconvenience of having

your brains blown out by Yours truly, F.R. Sydney "The man is mad!" ejaculated Coventry, staring at the letter while an

angry flush rose to his face. "What the deuce does he mean by writing to

me in that style? Join him--not I! And as for the threat, I laugh at it.

Poor Jean! This headstrong fool seems bent on tormenting her. Well,

Dean, what are you waiting for?" he demanded, as if suddenly conscious

of her presence.

"Nothing, sir; I only stopped to see if you found the letter. Beg

pardon, sir."

And she was moving on when Coventry asked, with a suspicious look, "What

made you think it was lost? You seem to take an uncommon interest in my

affairs today."

"Oh dear, no, sir. I felt a bit anxious, Benson is so forgetful, and it

was me who sent him after you, for I happened to see you go out, so I

felt responsible. Being marked that way, I thought it might be important

so I asked about it."

"Very well, you can go, Dean. It's all right, you see."




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