“I had only sufficient presence of mind to slip it back into the drawer. To-morrow I shall simply demand it.”

“You will do nothing of the kind. It is in his handwriting, and you have no legal proof that it is yours. You must take it away secretly. And he will not dare to reclaim it.”

“And Jack?”

She had quite forgotten Jack. Women are invariably selfish for those they love.

“You must warn him,” she replied.

“He would laugh at me. However, I must speak to Reginald.”

“It is of no avail to speak to him. At least, you must not do so before you have obtained the manuscript. It would unnecessarily jeopardise our plans.”