"Well, we are not so sure about that," replied the woman. "You see, I never saw him but once before the time Jean said he married her, and so I cannot swear to him anywhere. But some time after Jean left a man came here, and, in a roundabout way, he found out what we knew about her."
"And did you tell him she was dead?"
"I told him just what I've told you," replied the woman.
"And how did he take the news?" asked Paul.
"Oh, nothing particular," replied the woman. "He just went on talking about something else, but I believe that was a bit of make-up."
"Wasn't he a friend of the Grahams at a house called 'Highlands'?" asked Paul presently.
"I believe there were some people called Graham at the time. It is said that they came there for their summer holidays, but they left before we had guessed about Jean's trouble, and so we could never find out anything about them."
"What kind of a man was he—I mean the one who came asking questions?"
"Oh, a middle-aged man, perhaps forty or fifty. He had iron-grey whiskers, and he was bald, I remember."
"And he was the only one who ever came making inquiries?" asked Paul.