P.S. Fairfax, a new terror has come over me. I told you of the letters
of my sister and Anna, and described something of the effect they
produced upon me. You may remember I read them previous to my last
damned interview with the villain Mac Fane. I recollect having laid the
letter of Anna upon the table, and that it continued lying there for
some time after his entrance. I had my eye upon it, and meant not to
put it in my pocket lest it should be left there, but lock it up as
soon as I moved--I forgot it--The letter is lost--I have searched every
where, have enquired, have cursed; have threatened unheard-of
punishment to my scoundrel, if he have purloined it; but to no effect.
He protests he knows nothing of it; and he looks as if he spoke
truth--It contained a secret relative to Henley--! Should Mac Fane have
taken it up furtively, as I suppose such thieves are always on the
watch--? Why, if he should--? Hell hounds!--Blood-thirsty vultures!--If
so--! I will be gone this instant!--It is the very era of horror!