By God it is true; every word of it! That letter, which you want to steal, is only a proof that I went to meet her on Caester Hill by her own appointment.

When I got there, she was waiting for me.
She began to talk about a chalet there, and at first I didn't know what she meant--' There was such conviction, such a triumphant truth in his voice, that Harold was convinced.
'Stop!' he thundered; 'stop, don't tell me anything.

I don't want to hear.

I don't want to know.' He covered his face with his hands and groaned.

It was not as though the speaker were a stranger, in which case he would have been by now well on in his death by strangulation; he had known Leonard all his life, and he was a friend of Stephen's.