“How much proof do you want? The dress that Lilith gave to the gypsy girl was found on the dead body.”
“But you do not know that the black waterproof cloth was the dress that was given by Lilith to the girl. I repeat, that it was not likely that Lilith should have given away a suit that was so necessary to her own comfort, when she might have given others.”
“But that is the only one missing from her wardrobe.”
“The only one missing from her wardrobe?”
“Yes. I have told you so twice before.”
“Then, if Lilith is living, what dress did she wear when she left home?” significantly inquired the doctor.
Hereward started, turned paler than before, and stared fixedly at the questioner. He had never asked himself that question. He stared, but did not speak.
“Tudor, my dear boy, we must look facts in the face. And now I ask you, was the discarded wardrobe of your wife examined when the investigation was made?”
“The discarded wardrobe?” questioned Hereward, with a perplexed look.
“Yes; I mean the colored clothing that she left off and packed away when she went into mourning for your father?”