AT FIRST, AMELIA FROBISHER tried to deny tampering with Clara Mortimer's mail. But confronted with the indisputable evidence, she brazened it out.
'I'm sure any woman would have done the same when she saw her chap's handwriting on a card to a rival. I admit I was curious.' Amelia Frobisher's countenance frosted over. 'To think before I read his borrowed poetry I was thinking of taking him back. The nerve of the man, ringing me up, making up to me and asking for my forgiveness when all the time he was still making a play for Clara Mortimer.'
Beside Rafferty, Llewellyn cleared his throat. 'Be that as it may, Miss Frobisher, but you must see that your discovery of Mr Talbot's continuing betrayal gives rise to some serious questions; one of them being exactly when you found and opened the ca
