“There was another name too mentioned,” said Albert, “it was that of a poor maniac called Mad Maud. She seemed to know this Britton.”
“She has cause to know him,” remarked Sir Frederick Hartleton.
“Stay—I—”
The magistrate paused, and it was evident that something had crossed his mind of an important nature. He covered his eyes with his hand, and seemed to be musing over some train of circumstances in his mind that wanted some connecting links.
“Be so good,” he said, suddenly, “as to answer me as exactly as you can, what I shall ask of you.”
“We will, sir,” said Mr. Seyton.
“What kind of man is this Gray?”
“He is rather above the middle height, of spare habit, and very pale.”
“His eyes?”
“Shifting and inconstant—looking here, there, and everywhere, but in the face of any one he addresses.”