"She did not. When she fainted I loosened her veil and a strand of her hair caught in my fingers. It was her own, I can swear to that."
"She may have dyed it."
"I never thought of that," exclaimed Cyril. "No, I don't think she could have had time to dye it. It takes hours, I believe. At nine, when she was last seen, she had made no attempt to alter her appearance. Now Wilmersley was——"
"Hold on," cried Guy. "You told me, did you not, that she had cut off her hair because it had turned white?"
"Yes," assented Cyril.
"Very well, then, that disposes of the possibility of its having been dyed."
"So it does. And yet, she carried the Wilmersley jewels, that is a fact we must not forget."
"Then she must be a hitherto unsuspected factor in the case."
"Possibly, and yet—-"
"Yet what?"