“Where did you hear of her?” asked Susan.
“Oh, in—let me think. In the work-room.”
“Now what do you mean by that?” cried Miss Susan. “A work-room implies a dressmaker’s establishment, and you tell us you were a lady’s-maid.”
Jessy seemed unable to answer.
“I don’t believe you were at either the one place or the other. You are deceiving us, Jessy.”
“No,” gasped Jessy.
“Did you ever see Mr. Marcus Allen when you were in town?”
“Mr. Marcus Allen?” repeated Jessy after a pause, just as if she were unable to recall who Mr. Marcus Allen was.
“The Mr. Marcus Allen you knew at Aberystwith; he who came here afterwards,” went on Susan impatiently. “Are you losing your memory, Jessy?”
“No, I never saw the Marcus Allen I knew here—and there,” was Jessy’s answer, her face white and still as death.