I am risking everything--my good name, perhaps even life itself, in seeking him.

I expected to have to prove my good intent, so I brought with me this letter which no one save myself has ever seen, nor any one other than you shall ever see.

Read it, Betty.

It is one Master Hamilton sent to me from France." Betty hesitated, but as Frances insisted, she read the letter and returned it, saying:-- "You are his sweetheart ?" "Yes, yes, Betty, in all that is best and most terrible in the meaning of the word." Betty sat thinking for a moment, then went to the window, saying, "If you will look out the window across the courtyard, you will see a flight of stone steps leading to the cellar." "Yes, yes, I see," returned Frances.
"If you go down the steps, you will find a door to which I shall give you the key.

Enter and you will be in an empty room, the walls of which are hung with worn tapestries taken from the inn.