“Into the wardrobe of your wife, to see what is missing, and what is left.”
Hereward sighed, as if he were very weary of a hopeless subject and then faintly replied:
“Why, you know that has been done, thoroughly, and there is nothing missing but the one black waterproof cloth suit that was found on the body of that poor murdered gypsy girl.”
“And that was Lilith’s usual walking-dress when in the country, was it not?”
“Yes, it was; but she gave it to that poor girl upon whose dead body it was found.”
“She gave a suit; but you do not know that it was the waterproof suit she gave. She would not have been likely to have given the suit that she was in the habit of wearing, and that she could not very well do without,” suggested the doctor.
“Ah! but she did give it. It was found on the body of the girl.”
“You still feel so sure that it was the body of the gypsy girl which was found?”
“Yes, I do. Oh, doctor, why do you doubt it?” demanded Hereward, with the fretful querulousness of an invalid.
“Because we cannot be sure until the other missing one is found. Until the living one turns up we cannot prove who is the dead,” gravely replied the physician.