Mrs.
Inglethorp had no stamps in her desk. We know this, because
later she asked Dorcas to bring her some. Now in the opposite
corner of the room stood her husband's desk--locked. She was
anxious to find some stamps, and, according to my theory, she
tried her own keys in the desk. That one of them fitted I know.
She therefore opened the desk, and in searching for the stamps
she came across something else--that slip of paper which Dorcas
saw in her hand, and which assuredly was never meant for Mrs.
Inglethorp's eyes. On the other hand, Mrs. Cavendish believed
that the slip of paper to which her mother-in-law clung so
tenaciously was a written proof of her own husband's infidelity.
She demanded it from Mrs. Inglethorp who assured her, quite
truly, that it had nothing to do with that matter. Mrs.
Cavendish did not believe her. She thought that Mrs. Inglethorp
was shielding her stepson. Now Mrs. Cavendish is a very resolute
woman, and, behind her mask of reserve, she was madly jealous of
her husband.
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