Chapter 22

“That’s bad,” said Anthony, but without manifesting any undue surprise. “Now let’s have a look at the telegram.” Virginia picked it up from the table and gave it to him. She saw his face grow grave as he looked at it. “What’s the matter?” He held it out, pointing silently to the place of origin. “Barnes,” he said. “And you were at Ranelagh this afternoon. What’s to prevent you having sent it off yourself?” Virginia felt fascinated by his words. It was as though a net was closing tighter and tighter round her. He wa…