" But she
looked at the letter and not at him.
"Do you see those water-marks?" he demanded.
"Yes. You will find them in a thousand tablets like this. I bought a
dozen of them in New York; cheap and handy."
Warrington's confidence in his discovery began to shake. He braced
himself and took a bold course.
"Patty, you wrote that letter; you know you did. You wrote it in New
York, the day you bought the tablets."
"I?"
"Yes. Confess."
"My dear Mr. Warrington, you must prove it," lightly. "It would not be
proper for me to admit that I had been so foolish as to write a letter
like that."
"But you've praised it!"
"Simply because praising it would please you; for no other reason."
"Did you, or did you not write it?"
"Find out. You must prove that I wrote it. Certainly I have nothing to
confess."
"You will not answer me one way or the other?"
"No."
"If you had not written it you would."
"I don't believe I shall sing this morning," rising.
"And I have wondered a thousand times who could have written it. And
all the time it was you."
"Nor play billiards," went on Patty.
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