He turned to the pile of letters and looked them through.
"There are two letters here, Durrance," he said gently, "which you might perhaps care to hear.

They are written in a woman's hand, and there is an Irish postmark.

Shall I open them ?" "No," exclaimed Durrance, suddenly, and his hand dropped quickly upon Calder's arm.

"By no means." Calder, however, did not put down the letters.

He was anxious, for private reasons of his own, to learn something more of Ethne Eustace than the outside of her letters could reveal.