"One moment," said the widow, as Ellis was about to contradict this preposterous statement. "I never saw you until after the death of my husband, and you never saw me. How, then, did you recognise me?"
"Oh, that was easy. Edgar gave me your picture."
"I should not have thought that Edgar was sufficiently friendly with you to do that."
"He was when I lent him money," said Busham, quietly.
"Why did you lend him money?"
"Because several times he called on me and threatened to see his father. I did not want him to do that lest he should be forgiven, so I lent him money on condition that he did not go. Uncertain of what his reception would be, he took my bribe and stayed away. On one of those occasions he showed me your photograph, Mrs. Moxton."
"Edgar was forgiven after all," said the widow, ignoring this last remark.
"Yes, but the forgiveness did not do him much good. He! he!"
"Mr. Busham!" burst out Ellis, who could no longer be restrained. "You did not see Mrs. Moxton enter a cab on that night. The lady was her sister."
"I know about the sister," said Busham. "The twin-sister. Zirknitz told me."