"I am afraid so. Poor girl! She is quite young?"
"Yes, sir."
"And most remarkably handsome?"
"No doubt, sir."
"She is a foreigner, I fancy. It is most unfortunate that there is nothing on her by which we can identify her. By the way—I did not notice—did you see if she wore rings?"
"No, sir."
"Not a wedding-ring?"—"No, sir."
"And not a trinket of any kind about her?"
"Not one, sir."
"Nothing whatever?" persisted the Doctor musingly, as he held out his hands to the fire. They were cold, for the February night air was keen.