'You're sure she was going to. Melbourne--going for good?'

'Certain sure--heard her tell mum.'

Mrs. Haddon was standing at the door when they reached the house, and
Harry followed her into the kitchen.

'Give it to me, Alice,' he said. 'Quick! Can't you see I'm half mad?'

Mrs. Haddon handed him the letter, and he tore the envelope with awkward
impatient fingers. The note was brief:

'DEAR HARRY,--I write this to bid you good-bye again, and thank you again
for all your kindness and goodness. I am going away because I can no
longer bear to live amongst people who know me as the daughter of one who
was a thief and almost a murderer. Don't think bitterly of me. All that I
have done I did for the best, according to my poor light. We may never
meet again, but it would make me happier some day to know that you had
forgiven me, and that you remembered me without anger in your own
happiness.

--Your very true friend,

'CHRISTINA SHINE.'

Harry sank into a chair and sat for a minute staring blankly at the
letter, and Mrs. Haddon stood by his side staring curiously at him.
Suddenly she slapped firmly on the table with her plump hand and asked
sharply: