Once more he held up the packet.
"A wedding present from Philippa, Duchess of Hazlewood, to Lord Arleigh." Whatever mystery it contained should be solved at once.

He broke the seal; the envelope contained a closely-written epistle.

He looked at it in wonder.

What could Philippa have to write to him about?
The letter began as follows: "A wedding present from Philippa, Duchess of Hazlewood, to Norman, Lord Arleigh.

You will ask what it is?
My answer is, my revenge--well planned, patiently awaited.
"You have read the lines: "'Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.' They are true.