He was hot with resentment.

Either she had forgotten to say good-bye to him or had wilfully decided to ignore him altogether; at any rate, she entered the gates to the Castle grounds without so much as an indifferent glance in his direction.
Truxton knew in advance that he was to have a sleepless, unhappy night.
In his room at the hotel he found the second anonymous letter, unquestionably from the same source, but this time printed in crude, stilted letters.

It had been stuck under the door, together with some letters that had been forwarded from Teheran.
"_Leave the city at once.

You are in great danger.

Save yourself_!" This time he did not laugh.