"Did your master--your late master--know of it?" he interpolated.
"Not that I am aware of, sir; he never mentioned the name to me."
"Robert," said Garth, solemnly, "you denied some time ago that Sir Gregory was entangled with a woman. Think again and answer truly."
Robert shifted from one foot to the other and looked uneasily at his questioner. Then he made an evasive reply.
"Sir Gregory was connected with no woman at the time of his death," he said, doggedly.
"That may be; but was he connected with a woman in 1893?"
The valet started back with a gasp.
"How did you hear of that?" he asked, shaking in every limb.
"I heard it from no one; but I guessed it from this picture."
With a sudden movement he thrust the photograph under the eyes of the pale and trembling creature. After one glance Robert recoiled with an ejaculation of horror, and covered his face with his hands. Expecting revelations, Fanks waited and watched.