Locker retired, and Mrs. Povy was about to follow his example when Calliston stopped her.
"Don't go, Mrs. Povy," he said, authoritatively, "you saw this man before, so you can hear our interview--I may have to ask you something."
Totty acquiesced obediently, and went over to the window while Locker, showing Mr. Dowker into the room, retired, closing the door after him. Calliston opened the conversation at once.
"Your name is Dowker--you are a detective--you want to see me about the Jermyn Street murder?"
"Quite correct, my lord," replied Dowker, quietly, though rather astonished at the business like tone assumed by Calliston. "I want to ask your lordship a few questions."
"Indeed!" said Calliston, abruptly. "Oh, so you didn't find out everything from the lady you saw on board the yacht?"
"How do you know I was down at Brighton?" asked Dowker.
"Simply enough," answered Calliston. "I received a telegram from my sailing-master informing me of your visit. You saw Miss--Miss----" here he glanced at Totty as if doubtful to announce his marriage, "Miss Sarschine?"
"Yes, I saw Miss Sarschine," replied Dowker, with an emphasis on the last word.
"And she doubtless told you of her visit to Lady Balscombe's house?"