CHAPTER XI

I When the letter came from Teddy—the first letter for so long—Emily’s hand trembled so that she could hardly open it. “I must tell you of the strange thing that has happened,” he wrote. “Perhaps you know it already. And perhaps you know nothing and will think me quite mad. I don’t know what to think of it myself. I know only what I saw—or thought I saw. “I was waiting to buy my ticket for the boat-train to Liverpool—I was to sail on the _Flavian_. Suddenly I felt a touch on my arm—I turned and saw _you_. I swear i…