And Fielding took his hat and left the house. He went down to the office, and was told that Drake wanted to see him.
"Drake!" he exclaimed. He pushed open the door of Drake"s private office, and the latter looked up from his papers.
"You called me a d.a.m.ned liar this morning," he said, "and you were right."
Fielding dropped into a chair. "What do you mean?"
"That there"s not a word of truth in the _Meteor"s_ charges, and I am prosecuting the editor. Did you post those letters?"
Fielding pulled them out of his pocket and threw them on to the table.
"Thanks," said Drake, "that"s fortunate."
Fielding did not inquire into the cause of Drake"s change of purpose, and it was some while before he understood it. For Mrs. Willoughby held no further discussions with him in the drawing-room at Knightsbridge.
THE END