"Does it contain another picture?"
"Yes."
"Of her?"
"A man's face."
"Yours?"
"Look and see," he answered. "Press the spring."
Suiting action to word the next second Enid Maitland found herself gazing upon the pictured semblance of Mr. James Armstrong!
She was utterly unable to suppress an exclamation and a start of surprise at the astonishing revelation. The man looked at her curiously, he opened his mouth to question her, but she recovered herself in part at least and swiftly interrupted him in a panic of terror lest she should betray her knowledge.
"And what is the picture of another man doing in your wife's locket?" she asked to gain time, for she very well knew the reply; knew it, indeed, better than Newbold himself; who, as it happened, was equally in the dark both as to the man and the reason.