"I know that, Simon. She has passed under half a dozen names."
"So the papers say. Just run over the names."
Gebb did so promptly, giving the names in order. "Margil, Migral, Ramlig, Limrag, Milgar, and Ligram."
"Good! Now, Absalom, what strikes you as strange about these names?"
"They are all invented," said Gebb, after a pause.
"Quite so," assented Parge, "and their invention does credit to the imagination of the lady. Do you notice that the same letters, differently placed, are used in every instance?"
"Anagrammatic!" said Gebb, with a nod.
"Precisely! She manufactured all these false names out of her real one."
"A very ingenious idea, Simon. And what is her real name?"
"Gilmar!" replied Parge, slowly. "Miss Ellen Gilmar, of Kirkstone Hall, near Norminster, Hants."