"Why, don't you know?" she replied. "You ought to, as she was one of the beauties of the season. Her portrait was all over the place. Why," catching sight of the photograph on the study-table, "you have one."
Dowker handed her the photograph.
"Do you say that is Lady Balscombe?"
"Yes, certainly."
"What nonsense!" said Lydia, "why, that is Miss Sarschine."
"I never saw Miss Sarschine," retorted Miss Lifford, "but I know that's Lady Balscombe."
"I never saw Lady Balscombe," replied Lydia, angrily, "but I know that's Miss Sarschine."
Dowker looked from one to the other, and then slipped the photograph into his pocket along with the letters and the other photograph.
"There's only one way of settling this," he said quietly, "I'll call on the photographer and ask him who it is."
He gave Anne Lifford some money, and then left the house wrapped in thought.