"And you think these were still in his possession?"
"I do. In writing of Miss Grant not long ago he mentioned as a proof of her refinement and womanly delicacy that she would accept no gifts from him other than books or flowers."
"I think," said Ferrars, gravely, "that we had better have Mrs. Fry in here now, and I want you to do the talking, Brierly. Doctor, if you would ask her to come up, I'll post Mr. Brierly, meantime."
The doctor turned the key in the lock and then hesitated. "I dare say I will not be needed here longer?"
"You!" Ferrars turned upon him quickly. "Is there anything urgent outside?"
"Not especially so—only"
"Only you fancy yourself de trop? If you can spare us the time, we want you right here, doctor. Eh, Mr. Brierly?"
"By all means."
"Then of course I am at your disposal," and the doctor went out in search of Mrs. Fry.
"I wish there were more men with his combined delicacy and good sense," grumbled Ferrars, and then he began to explain to Brierly what was wanted from Mrs. Fry.
When that good woman entered, Ferrars was seated
