That I believe you know already." Philippa was curiously afraid.

She looked towards the door as though with some vague hope of escape.

She realised that the necessity for decision had arrived.
"Philippa," he went on, "do you see what this is ?" He handed her two folded slips of paper.

She started.

At the top of one she recognised a small photograph of herself.
"What are they ?" she asked.