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think not. I am very persistent. But I will come to the point. Perhaps you recognize this?’
He flourished something in his hand. Virginia looked at it without much interest.
‘Can you tell me what it is, madame?’
‘It appears to be a letter,’ replied Virginia, who was by now convinced that she had to do with a man who was mentally unhinged.
‘And perhaps you note to whom it is addressed,’ said the man significantly, holding it out to her.
‘I can read,’ Virginia informed him pleasantly. ‘It is addressed to a Captain O’Neill at Rue de Quenelles No 15 Paris.’
The man seemed searching her face hungrily for something he did not find.
‘Will you read it, please?’
Virginia took the envelope from him, drew out the enclosure and glanced at it, but almost immediately she stiffened and held it out to him again.
‘This is a private letter–certainly not meant for my eyes.’
The man laughed sardonically.
‘I congratulate you, Mrs Revel, on your admirable acting. You play your part to perfection. Nevertheless, I think that you will hardly be able to deny the signature!’
‘The signature?’
Virginia turned the letter over–and was struck dumb with astonishment. The signature, written in a delicate slanting hand, was Virginia Revel. Checking the exclamation of astonishment that rose to her lips, she turned again to the beginning of the letter and deliberately read the whole thing through. Then she stood a minute lost in thought. The nature of the letter made it clear enough what was in prospect.
‘Well, madame?’ said the man. ‘That is your name, is it not?’
‘Oh, yes,’ said Virginia. ‘It’s my name.’
‘But not my handwriting,’ she might have added.
Instead she turned a dazzling smile upon her visitor.
‘Supposing,’ she said sweetly, ‘we sit down and talk it over?’
He was puzzled. Not so had he expected her to behave. His instinct told him that she was not afraid of him.
‘First of all, I should like to know how you found me out?’
‘That was easy.’
He took from his pocket a page torn from an illustrated paper, and handed it to her. Anthony Cade would have recognized it.
She gave it back to him with a thoughtful little frown.
‘I see,’ she said. ‘It was very easy.’
‘Of course you understand, Mrs Revel, that that is not the only letter. There are others.’
‘Dear me,’ said Virginia, ‘I seem to have been frightfully indiscreet.’
Again she could see that her light tone puzzled him. She was by now thoroughly enjoying herself.
‘At any rate,’ she said, smiling sweetly at him, ‘it’s very kind of you to call and give them back to me.’
There was a pause as he cleared his throat.
‘I am a poor man, Mrs Revel,’ he said at last, with a good deal of significance in his manner.
‘As such you will doubtless find it easier to enter the Kingdom of Heaven, or so I have always heard.’
‘I cannot afford to let you have these letters for nothing.’
‘I think you are under a misapprehension. Those letters are the property of the person who wrote them.’
‘That may be the law, madame, but in this country you have a saying “Possession is nine points of the law.” And, in any case, are you prepared to invoke the aid of the law?’
‘The law is a severe one for blackmailers,’ Virginia reminded him.
‘Come, Mrs Revel, I am not quite a fool. I have read these letters–the letters of a woman to her lover, one and all breathing dread of discovery by her husband. Do you want me to take them to your husband?’
‘You have overlooked one possibility. Those letters were written some years ago. Supposing that since then–I have become a widow.’
He shook his head with confidence.
‘In that case–if you had nothing to fear–you would not be sitting here making terms with me.’
Virginia smiled.
‘What is your price?’ she asked in a business-like manner.
‘For one thousand pounds I will hand the whole packet over to you. It is very little that I am asking there; but, you see, I do not like the business.’
‘I shouldn’t dream of paying you a thousand pounds,’ said Virginia with decision.
‘Madame, I never bargain. A thousand pounds, and I will place the letters in your hands.’
Virginia reflected.
‘You must give me a little time to think it over. It will not be easy for me to get such a sum together.’
‘A few pounds on account perhaps–say fifty–and I will call again.’
Virginia looked up at the clock. It was five minutes past four, and she fancied that she had heard the bell.
‘Very well,’ she said hurriedly. ‘Come back tomorrow, but later than this. About six.’
She crossed over to a desk that stood against the wall, unlocked one of the drawers, and took out an untidy handful of notes.
‘There is about forty pounds here. That will have to do for you.’
He snatched at it eagerly.
‘And now go at once, please,’ said Virginia.
He left the room obediently enough. Through the open door, Virginia caught a glimpse of George Lomax in the hall, just being ushered upstairs by Chilvers. As the front door closed, Virginia called to him.
‘Come in here, George. Chilvers, bring us tea in here, will you please?’
She flung open both windows, and George Lomax came into the room to find her standing erect with dancing eyes and wind-blown hair.
‘I’ll shut them in a minute, George, but I felt the room ought to be aired. Did you fall over the blackmailer in the hall?’
‘The what?’
‘Blackmailer, George. B-L-A-C-K-M-A-I-L-E-R: blackmailer. One who blackmails.’
‘My dear Virginia, you can’t be serious!’
‘Oh, but I am, George.’
‘But who did he come here to blackmail?’
‘Me, George.’
‘But, my dear Virginia, what have you been doing?’
‘Well, just for once, as it happens, I hadn’t been doing anything. The good gentleman mistook me for someone else.’
‘You rang up the police, I suppose?’
‘No, I didn’t. I suppose you think I ought to have done so.’
‘Well–’ George considered weightily. ‘No, no, perhaps not–perhaps you acted wisely. You might be mixed up in some unpleasant publicity in connexion with the case. You might even have had to give evidence–’
‘I should have liked that,’ said Virginia. ‘I would love to be summoned, and I should like to see if judges really do make all the rotten jokes you read about. It would be most exciting. I was at Vine Street the other day to see about a diamond brooch I had lost, and