“He had not been robbed,” Lord Brecon went on. “The letters from my ward were in his pocket. I took them and if I had not been suspicious that there might be others on his person, I should not have searched further, but I did so and in the inside pocket of his coat I found this.”
As Lord Brecon spoke he drew a sheet of paper from his pocket and Caroline saw that it was the one which he had taken from the dead man. He held it out now.
“Do you see?” he asked “It bears my name.”
“What does it say?” Zara asked.
“It is a letter purporting to have been written by me. It invites Rosenberg to meet me at the ruined cottage behind The Dog and Duck in Sevenoaks Lane on Wednesday next, and it tells him to bring the letters because I am ready to agree to the conditions of his client.”
“And you nev
