At the sight of the hat the woman became violently agitated.
"Yes; where did you get this?"
"It was on the head of the woman who was murdered."
The other gave a cry and staggered back.
"Oh, my God!" she said, under her breath, "what does it all mean?"
"Mean? It means that Lydia Fenny is dead."
"No!" she cried vehemently, "not dead."
"How do you know?"
"Because I am Lydia Fenny."
Dowker stared at her aghast.