“What has became of Dorothy?”
“She died about twenty years ago. I don’t know the exact date.”
“Where did she die?”
“In London.”
“Now, your elder daughter. Do you see her in court?”
“Yes—that lady;” and the old woman pointed to the plaintiff, who was seated at the solicitor’s table.
“Will you raise your veil, please, Lady Rellingham?” said the judge. “Now,” he added, turning to the witness, “is that your daughter Sarah Jane?”
“Yes. I’m positive. I should know her anywhere.”
As Lady Rellingham raised her veil for a moment, Tempest saw her face and started in amazement. An older woman certainly, but nevertheless the likeness to Evangeline Stableford was startling in the extreme. There could be no doubt of the relationship of those two.
Tempest rose to cross-examine. “When did your daughters leave home?”