? ? ? ? The baronet and I were both upon our feet. "Do you know how he died?"
? ? ? ? "No, sir, I don't know that."
? ? ? ? "What then?"
? ? ? ? "I know why he was at the gate at that hour. It was to meet a woman."
? ? ? ? "To meet a woman! He?"
? ? ? ? "Yes, sir."
? ? ? ? "And the woman's name?"
? ? ? ? "I can't give you the name, sir, but I can give you the initials. Her initials were L. L."
? ? ? ? "How do you know this, Barrymore?"
? ? ? ? "Well, Sir Henry, your uncle had a letter that morning. He had usually a great many letters, for he was a public man and well known for his kind heart, so that everyone who was in trouble was glad to turn to him. But that morning, as it chanced, there was only this one letter, so I took the more notice of it. It was from Coombe Tracey, and it was addressed in a woman's hand."
? ? ? ? "Well?"
? ? ? ? "Well, sir, I thought no more of the matter, and never would have done had it not been for my wife.
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