To confirm it came the memory of Sylvia's words to him on the night of Tremayne's arrest.

And it was to such a man that she gave the priceless treasure of her love; for such a man, and in such a sordid cause, that she sacrificed the inestimable jewel of her honour?
He laughed through clenched teeth at a situation so bitterly ironical.

Presently he would talk to her.

She should realise what she had done, and he would wish her joy of it.
First, however, there was something else to do.

He flung himself wearily into the chair at his writing-table, took up a pen and began to write..