‘It’s a lovely morning. And Anthony’s going to show me a place in the wood where a badger lives, only he says we shan’t see him, because he only comes out at night. Why do you suppose he does that? I should hate to go out in the dark alone—wouldn’t you?’
‘But then you’re not a badger,’ said Anthony in a teasing voice.
After breakfast Georgina took the anonymous letter to Jonathan Field in the study. He looked up with an air of impatience as she came to stand by the writing-table and put the envelope down in front of him.
‘This came by the morning post. I thought I had better show it to you.’
When he spoke, the impatience was in his voice.
‘What is it?’
‘It’s an anonymous letter.’
‘An anonymous—what nonsense!’
‘I thought you had better see it.’
He picked the envelope up, his brows
