You manufactured your communication very cleverly, Mrs.Jasher, but you forgot that the Chinese perfume might betray you." "The perfume! the perfume!" Mrs.Jasher gasped and saw in a moment how the late conversation had led her to fall into a trap.
"The letter retains traces of the perfume you use," went on the baronet relentlessly.

"I have a remarkably keen sense of smell, and, as scent is a most powerful aid to memory, I speedily recollected that you used this especial perfume.

You told me a few moments ago that no one else used it, and so you have proved the truth of my statement that this letter"-- he tapped it--"is written by you." "It's a lie--a mistake," stuttered Mrs.Jasher, now at bay and looking dangerous.

Her society veneer was stripped off, and the adventuress pure and simple came to the surface.
Indignant at the way in which she had deceived everyone, and having much at stake, Random did not spare her.
"It is not a mistake," he insisted; "neither is it a lie.

When I became aware that you must have written the letter, I drove at once to Jessum to see if you had gone to London, as you had posted it there.