Anderson shut himself up in his room at the hotel; but among the groups lounging at the bar or in the neighbourhood of the station excitement and discussion ran high.

The envelope addressed to Anderson, Anderson's own demeanour since his arrival on the scene--with the meaning of both conjecture was busy.
* * * * * Towards midnight a train arrived from Field.

A messenger from the station knocked at Anderson's door with a train letter.

Anderson locked the door again behind the man who had brought it, and stood looking at it a moment in silence.

It was from Lady Merton.