"Poor man, how long his hair has grown in prison," murmured Felicity sympathetically. "Who has he killed?"
"Why, the decoy!" said the chasseur, "and (if you ask me) serve 'er right!"
"How helpful all this is," said Bertie Wilton. "I feel really a better man since I've seen it. Seriously, I don't think I shall ever drink champagne of that colour now that we have seen the appalling results. It's a terrible lesson, isn't it, Lady Chetwode?"
They left the young man to his fate and followed the showman.
"'Ere we see Mary Manning, also Frederick George of same name, who, in singularly atrocious circumstances, killed a retired custom-'ouse officer."
"Why?" asked Vera inquisitively.
"They took against him, miss."
"I think I like the ladies best," said Bertie. "Who is this really terrible-looking woman?"
The showman hurried towards him, still repeating like a parrot what he wished to tell them about Manning.
"Yes, Manning was a railway guard, and 'is wife was highly connected with the best families—as lady's-maid. Ah, sir, you're looking at Cathering Webster. She was executed for the murder of another lady at Richmond. Jealousy was the reason of 'er motive for the crime."