"Nothing! What could I tell him? I am quite unaware how the cross came to be there. But with regard to his recognition of you; how was it that you went to the chambers of that dead scoundrel?"
"I went to get a photograph of Emma's that was in the possession of her late husband."
"Why did you wish to get the photograph?"
"It had some writing on the back, which may implicate another person in this trouble of the death. I think," she added, pointedly, "that you can guess the name of that person."
"I think I can," replied Hersham, gloomily, "and the worst of it is that Fanks will certainly find out that name."
"Impossible! I may be able to thwart him on that point."
"I hope so; but you do not know the man as I do. He is the most patient and pertinacious of men. He will stick to this case until he has the assassin of Sir Gregory in jail."
"God forbid!" ejaculated Anne, with a shudder.
"Amen to that!" answered Hersham. "Oh, Anne, my dear Anne," he continued, taking her hand, "how I wish we could end all this and fly to the ends of the earth!"
"My dear," she said gently, "we have others to think of besides ourselves. It would never do to desert them at the present moment. Besides there may not be so much chance of discovery as you think."