He remained in the room while Jack opened it, but he betrayed no
impatience to hear its contents. As for Jack, he stood for several
seconds with the message in his hand before he looked up.
"I suppose you will have to see it," he said then reluctantly.
"That is as you like."
But though the words were emotionless, Mordaunt's eyes searched his face,
and in answer to them Jack held out the paper.
"I am sorry," he said.
"In no danger. Keep Trevor away," was the message it contained.
"As I thought," Mordaunt observed, and handed it back without further
comment.
"She will be wanting you presently," Jack said uneasily, "You know how
women change."
And Mordaunt smiled, a grim, set smile. "Yes, I know," he answered.
CHAPTER IV
THE DESIRE OF HIS HEART
The night was very hot, even hotter than the day had been. Only the
whirring electric fan kept the air moving. It might have been midsummer
instead of the end of September.
Bertrand de Montville, seated in an easy-chair and propped by cushions,
raised his head from time to time and gasped for breath.
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