“I had already done so,” said Mrs. Troyle, “until further evidence came my way.”

She shut her lips with the resolute finality of one who enjoys the blessed certainty of being implored to open them again.

“Further evidence!” exclaimed her hostess; “do tell me!”

“As I was coming upstairs after breakfast Mr. Brope was just passing my room. In the most natural way in the world a piece of paper dropped out of a packet that he held in his hand and fluttered to the ground just at my door. I was going to call out to him ‘You’ve dropped something,’ and then for some reason I held back and didn’t show myself till he was safely in his room. You see it occurred to me that I was very seldom in my room just at that hour, and that Florinda was almost always there tidying up things about that time. So I picked up that innocent-looking piece of paper.”