Barbara Cartland: Paradise In Penang

Now, as this letter was lying by itself, Lord Selwyn thought at once that it would be from a woman.

When he picked it up, he saw that it was not in Maisie’s handwriting.

The envelope was sealed and, because he was curious, he opened it right away.

He was well aware that Mr. Stevens was waiting to show him the rest of his mail.

Inside the envelope there was one sheet of writing paper.

It was of good quality, although not engraved with any address.

Then, as he looked at the handwriting, he was even more sure that it had come from a woman and wondered who it could be.

Written in a flowing hand, he read,

“ You are being deceived by two treacherous blue eyes and a lying tongue. If you wait in the Mews at the back of a certain house in Grosvenor Square, no doubt you will learn a great deal more than you know already.

A Friend. ”

Lord Selwyn stared at the letter in sheer astonishment.

He could not remember ever before receiving an anonymous letter and certainly not one from a so-called ‘friend’.

It was quite obvious to him who it referred to.

He thought angrily that it was only a woman who could attack another woman in such an underhand and disgusting manner.

“When did this letter arrive?” he asked Mr. Stevens.

“It was not posted, my Lord, but dropped through the letterbox.”

Lord Selwyn saw now that there was no stamp on the envelope.

He did not speak and after a moment Mr. Stevens enquired,

“Is it anything that I should deal with, my Lord?”

“No, no, of course not!”

Lord Selwyn put the letter back into the envelope and placed it in his pocket.

For a moment he just stood there as he hesitated.

Then he said,

“I think that the rest of the correspondence, Stevens, will have to wait until the morning. I will now go up and have my bath.”

He walked out of the library.

Mr. Stevens looked after him with an expression of concern in his eyes.

Something had clearly gone wrong.

Lord Selwyn was not at all sure what it was, but he was quite certain that the letter had come from a woman.

‘It is always a woman who is at the bottom of any trouble,’ he said to himself bitterly.

As he spoke, he picked up the letter from Penang.

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