"Algy was here. He motored straight off to see if he could find out what was wrong. I stopped here to tell you."
"Anything through from him?"
"Not a word. There's foul play, or I'll eat my hat."
But Hugh did not answer. With a look on his face which even Peter had never seen before, he was reading the letter. It was short and to the point, but he read it three times before he spoke.
"When did this come?" he asked.
"An hour ago," answered the other. "I very nearly opened it."
"Read it," said Hugh. He handed it to Peter and went to the door.
"Denny," he shouted, "I want my car round at once." Then he came back into the room. "If they've hurt one hair of her head," he said, his voice full of a smouldering fury, "I'll murder that gang one by one with my bare hands."
"Say, Captain, may I see this letter?" said the American; and Hugh nodded.
"'For pity's sake, come at once,'" read the detective aloud. "'The bearer of this is trustworthy.'" He thoughtfully picked his teeth. "Girl's writing. Do you know her?"
"My fiancée," said Hugh shortly.
"Certain?" snapped the American.
"Certain!" cried Hugh. "Of course I am, I know every curl of every letter."
"There is such a thing as forgery," remarked the detective dispassionately.
