“Certainly not. Mrs. Veeley, Mrs. Gilbert, Miss Martin, and a—a——”
“Go on,” she whispered.
“A gentleman by the name of Clavering.”
“You speak that name with evident embarrassment,” she said, after a moment of intense anxiety on my part. “May I inquire why?”
Astounded, I raised my eyes to her face. It was very pale, and wore the old look of self-repressed calm I remembered so well. I immediately dropped my gaze.
“Why? because there are some circumstances surrounding him which have struck me as peculiar.”
“How so?” she asked.
“He appears under two names. To-day it is Clavering; a short time ago it was——”
“Go on.”
“Robbins.”