He did not have to wait long before the face he had seen at the window appeared within the room—such a beautiful face, but, oh! so pale and frightened, the sweet lips trembling as she said, nervously:
"I—I don't know you, sir."
"But I know you, Miss Carew," he replied, as he rose and bowed.
"Miss Carew!" She caught eagerly at the words. "Oh, I knew you were mistaken! That is not my name, sir."
Jack Wren laughed lightly and drew the photograph from his pocket.
"Is not that your face?" he asked.
The lovely girl started with surprise.
"Oh, dear! it does look like me; but I never had my photograph taken in my life!" she exclaimed.
The detective smiled unbelievingly.