"Who is he?"
"The man who sent my husband to prison—Percy."
Madeline took the picture from her hand. "Are you sure?"
"I could swear to the face after these five years."
"Thank you, Olive. Now be patient; I must go back to my room for a little while. Don't ask me any questions yet. When I come down I will tell you how I obtained this, and why I have talked to you so much of this man."
Madeline walked out of the room, leaving Olive staring after her in bewilderment.
Claire was sitting in the same attitude as when she left her. "Well?" she said, raising her eyes.
"She recognized it immediately. She would swear that it is the man who sent her husband to prison."
"Thank you, dear."
Claire took the picture from her hands, and without once glancing at it, she bent forward and dropped it into the grate.