"I have something to give you, Molly," he said. She raised her eyes
questioningly.

"It was brought to me," he said, controlling his voice to quietness with
a strong effort, "after Mrs. Langdale went to tell you of--what had
happened. I wish to give it to you myself. And--afterwards to ask you a
question."

"What is it?" Molly asked, with a sudden sharp eagerness.

"A note," Fisher said, and gave her a folded paper. "It was found on his
dressing-table, addressed to you. His servant brought it to me."

Molly's hand trembled as she took the missive.

Fisher turned away from her, and stood before the window in dead
silence. There was a long, quiet pause. Then a sudden sound made him
swing swiftly round and stride to the door to turn the key. The next
moment he was stooping over Molly, who had sunk down on the hearth-rug
and was sobbing terrible, anguished sobs.

He lifted her to a chair with no fuss of words, and knelt beside her,
stroking her hair, comforting her, with something of a woman's
tenderness.

Molly suffered him passively, and the first wild agony of her trouble
spent itself unrestrained on his shoulder. Then she grew calmer, and
presently begged him in a whisper to read the message which Charlie had
left behind him.