"Ligram! I don't know the name," said Edith, calmly. "Who is Miss Ligram?"
"The owner of this place."
"You are wrong there, Mr. Gebb; the lady who owns this place is called Miss Gilmar."
"I am aware of the fact. But it suited her to take other names while she lived."
"While she lived!" repeated Miss Wedderburn, raising her voice in surprise. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that Miss Gilmar is dead!"
"Dead!"
"Murdered."
"Murdered! Oh, God! When? Where?"
"In a suburb of London called Grangebury on the twenty-fourth of last month."