‘And I meant it, sir—Miss Charlotte Cray. Burns spoke to her as well as I.’
‘Good heavens!’ exclaimed Mr Braggett, turning as white as a sheet. ‘Go at once and send Burns to me.’ Burns came.
‘Burns, who was the lady that called to see me yesterday?’
‘Miss Cray, sir. She had a very thick veil on, and she looked so pale that I asked her if she had been ill, and she said “Yes.” She sat in the office for over an hour, hoping you’d come in, but as you didn’t, she went away again.’
‘Did she lift her veil?’
‘Not whilst I spoke to her, sir.’
‘How do you know it was Miss Cray, then?’
The clerk stared. ‘Well, sir, we all know her pretty well by this time.’
‘Did you ask her name?’