Willcoxen might think, mother felt
convinced that the writer of those letters and the murderer of Marian
was the same person."
"Tell me more about those letters."
"Dear Paul, I know nothing more about them; I told you that I was not
sufficiently familiar with the French language to read them."
"But it is strange that you never made yourself acquainted with their
contents by getting some one else to read them for you."
"Dear Paul, you know that I was a mere child when they first came into
my possession, accompanied with the charge that I should never part with
them until they had done their office. I felt bound by my promise, I was
afraid of losing them, and of those persons that I could trust none knew
French, except our brother, and he had already pronounced them
irrelevant to the question. Besides, for many reasons, I was shy of
intruding upon brother."
"Does he know that you have the packet?"
"I suppose he does not even know that."
"I confess," said Paul, "that if Thurston believed them to have no
connection with the murder, I have so much confidence in his excellent
judgment, that I am inclined to reverse my hasty opinion, and to think
as he does, at least until I see the letters.
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