"My invariable custom, Nap," she said very steadily.
"Then--that letter of mine--" he paused.
"When did you write it ?" "On the evening of the day you came here last--the day I missed you." "It did not reach me," she said, her voice very low.
He was watching her very intently.

"I sent it by messenger," he said.

"I was hunting that day.

I sat down and wrote the moment I heard you had been.

Tawny Hudson took it." "It did not reach me," she repeated.