By this time the reins had fallen slack and the horse was walking quietly.

There was moonlight, but not enough to read by.

Harold bent over and lifted the driving-lamp next to him and turned it so that he could read the envelope.

He could hardly keep either lamp or paper still, his hand trembled so when he saw that the direction was in Stephen's handwriting.

He was handing it back when Leonard said again: 'Open it! Read it! You must do so; I tell you, you must! You called me a liar, and now must read the proof that I am not.