Ten long days, including the quietest Christmas ever spent in Bonnie Doon, and then on the second day of the New Year—“A letter for you, Miss Jean, from the Thatched House.” Elsie’s dour face softened as the girl eagerly tore open the envelope.
My dearest Love,
I find I can’t come tonight as I had hoped to do, but I will be with you early tomorrow morning.
Always your
Harry.
Jean remembered that a telegram had come for her uncle a few moments ago. Now telegrams were always being delivered at Bonnie Doon, but some secret instinct now seemed to tell her that this time the telegram had had something to do with her lover and his affairs.
She walked into the doctor’s study, and when he saw who it was, he opened the top drawer of the writing table at which he was sitting, and slipped somet
