Not a word--not a word!" Dick nodded his head.
"That's true, mother.

You never questioned me.

You never tried to dissuade me." Sybil's face shone with a wan smile.

She unlocked a drawer in her writing-table, and took out an envelope.

From the envelope she drew a sheet of paper covered with a faded and yellow handwriting.
"This is the last letter your father ever wrote to me," she said.