The Colonel and Mrs.Fortescue started apart like young lovers.
"I have been to see Mrs.Lawrence," said Anita, "and she asked me if I would write a letter for her.

She didn't, of course, tell me not to say anything about it to you, mother and daddy, but I would rather not tell you to whom the letter is to be written.

You must trust me, my own dear daddy.

It is a very simple letter, just to say that Lawrence has disappeared and Mrs.Lawrence and the little boy are in kind hands." "Of course we trust you," answered Colonel Fortescue, smiling.

"You are a very trusty person, Anita." "Like my father and mother," answered Anita, and ran out of the room.
As they heard her light step tripping up the stairs, the father and mother looked at each other with troubled eyes.
"It is to Broussard," said the Colonel, remembering his last interview with him.