"What? Have you found any clue?"
"I think so. It is connected with the Scarlet Cross."
Morley, who was warming his hands over the fire, looked round eagerly, and his eyes flashed.
"I thought there was something in that reference. You remember the letter, Steel?"
"Yes. And I showed it to Mrs. Parry."
"To that meddlesome old woman. Why?"
"It's too long a matter to go into. But it was just as well I did. She gave me this little ornament."
Morley turned over the enamelled cross and examined it carefully. "Humph! It is the kind of thing Miss Denham said was worn by her dead father."
"Exactly. Well, Mr. Morley, either the father is dead as she told you and that cross was worn by a stranger, or the man who called to see you here was the father."
"How do you make that out? What do you mean?" said Morley, and his face exhibited genuine amazement.