"Oh! Then you have no questions to ask about the case of to-day?" said Prain, composedly, and he darted a sharp look at his visitor to see how the shot told.
"Do you know my errand?" asked Gebb, somewhat uncomfortably, for he was by no means pleased to find that the little solicitor was prepared for his reception, and could not conceive why it should be so.
"Yes, Mr. Gebb, I do. If you had not called on me, it is probable that I should have paid you a visit."
"It is two weeks since the crime was committed, Mr. Prain; so you have had ample time to call."
"No doubt," returned Prain, dryly, "but it so chanced that I was abroad in Italy. However, when I saw the description of the Yellow Boudoir I hastened back at once."
"You guessed by the description of the yellow room that the murdered woman was Miss Gilmar."
"I did! But may I ask how you found it out?"
"An ex-detective told me. He traced her identity by the same means as you did. But for his recollection of the room I should have known nothing."
"Oh! So the Yellow Boudoir gave Parge the clue," said Prain, thoughtfully.
"Yes! But how did you guess that I referred to Parge?"