They looked at one another, and back at the photograph. There was something sinister in the fact that the two articles were inscribed in the same handwriting. The writing on the photograph recorded the decease of a pretty woman; that on the envelope had lured the baronet to his death. Was it possible that the follies of Sir Gregory had come home to him in so fearful a fashion. The two men could not but incline to this opinion.
"Well!" said Fanks, after a long pause, "I should like to ask Robert what he knows about this woman."
"Very probably he knows nothing."
"I am not so certain about that," replied Fanks, "When you asked him about a woman--about a possible entanglement, he could hardly speak for fear; and he told a lie about it. He is a servile hound, that fellow, and I daresay he did all Fellenger's dirty work for him. We must have him in and force the truth from his unwilling lips."
"Will you go away after you have seen him?" said Garth, who was beginning to weary of the matter.
"No. I wish to wait and see--a girl."
"A girl! What girl?"
"A young lady who called this morning to see Robert. Maxwell told her the necessary lie that Robert was out, so she said she would call again this afternoon at three."
"It is past three now," said Garth, glancing at the clock.
"All the better; she may appear at any moment. Maxwell has my orders to show her in here."