With that nervous desire for corroborative evidence which arouses the suspicion of the observant whenever it appears, Mrs. Agar indicated the writing-table with open blotter and inkstand. Instantly, but too late, she regretted having done so, for a volume playfully called "Every Man his own Lawyer" lay confessed beside the writing-case, and its home on the bookshelf stared vacantly at them.
"And from whom did you hear it?" pursued the Rector, heartlessly looking at the book with an air of recognition.
"Oh, from a Mr. Johnson--at the War Office, or the India Office, or somewhere. I suppose I ought to write and thank him. Let me see--where is the telegram?"
She shuffled among the papers on the writing-table, and made the hideous mistake of pushing "Every Man his own Lawyer" behind the sta
