Fanks smiled grimly, and looked at the valet. "No doubt Robert can tell us that, he said, significantly.
"I think she is Lady Fellenger--Emma Calvert," said Robert, faintly.
"That is all nonsense. You told us distinctly that Emma Calvert was dead; the inscription on the portrait affirms your statement. How then can this living woman be the lady in question?"
"It might have been her ghost."
"Rubbish! Ghosts don't appear in the daytime; and drive off in cabs; moreover there are no such things as ghosts. Your explanation is weak, Robert; try another story."
"It is the best that I can give, sir; if she isn't Emma Calvert; who is she?"
"That is what we wish to find out," said Garth. "You say that Lady Fellenger--whom you will persist in calling Emma Calvert--is dead?"
"I saw her lying at the Morgue, sir," declared Robert, passionately. "I saw her placed in her coffin; I saw her buried, and the earth heaped over her. She is dead; I swear that she is dead."
"Where is she buried?"
"In Pere la Chaise, in Paris."