"Do you think Miss Wedderburn is aware of her cousin's death?" said Gebb, putting the question in another form.
"It's improbable, as she would have written to me on the subject had she known. By the way, is the body buried?"
"Of course; it is two weeks since the murder."
"True, I forgot," said Prain, thoughtfully. "I wonder if Alder knows about her death."
"He can't know, unless he traced her by the Yellow Boudoir."
"Oh, Alder doesn't know much about that room and its crime, as he belongs to the younger generation, and the story is almost forgotten. However, I'll write to him on the subject. It is necessary that he should learn his position as speedily as possible, if only on account of the will."
"That is your own concern," said Gebb, rising. "Still you might arrange for me to have an interview with him, as he might throw some light on the subject."
"I fail to see how he can," said Prain, raising his eyebrows. "Miss Gilmar never corresponded with him during her travels. If any one will know about her, it will be Miss Wedderburn."
"Ah! I'm going down to see her," said Gebb, putting on his hat. "I'll have a look at the original of the Yellow Boudoir at the same time."
"I say," said Prain, as the detective moved towards the door.