“No friend of mine,” he said curtly. “Any idea who she is?”
“Gunnet here has recognized her as a lady staying with Miss Allen, of Greycross. Thinks she’s her sister.”
Leslie’s exclamation of horrified astonishment was drowned by Gregg.
“Good God!” he shouted. “Not Miss Allen’s sister!”
“I’m afraid so, from what Gunnet says. However, we shall know soon enough.”
Gregg seemed aghast at the discovery.
“Miss Allen’s sister!” he repeated. “It’s impossible! Why, they’re as different as chalk from cheese.”
“There’s a difference in age, too. But Gunnet saw her in the village this morning.”
Gregg picked up his coat.
“Well, it’s a queer world,” he said reflectively. “You’ll want me, I suppose, for the inquest. Are you moving her?”