Within were a few lines of writing and her own letter to Leonard in its envelope.

Her head beat so hard that she could scarcely see; but gradually the writing seemed to grow out of the mist: 'The enclosed should be in your hands.

It is possible that it may comfort you to know that it is safe.

Whatever may come, God love and guard you.' For a moment joy, hot and strong, blazed through her.

The last words were ringing through her brain.