"Not yet."
"Is there no trace of her at all?"
"A slight trace—nothing worth mentioning," said Mr. Burke.
For a few moments Tom sat in silence. Then he said:
"I thought I'd found her, day before yesterday."
"Yes?" There was little interest in the tone.
"There's a girl in the house, sir, one of the maids, who is the living image of Lucy Rogers."
"You ought to be able to identify her," suggested the detective, his gaze still out of the window.
"But they are not alike except in looks. Her form and face are identical with Lucy's. I was so sure that I begged her to let me see if there was a scar on her left arm; but she refused."
"Was there a scar on Lucy Rogers's left arm?"