“Why, books, trinkets, keepsakes—a mass of things, sir, which she never noticed or cared for at all—and she cleaned out her writing-desk, which hitherto she has only locked when we have been going away.”
“What else?”
“Well, sir—and this I cannot explain at all—she took every photograph of herself that the house contained.”
“What is that? Her own photographs?”
“Yes, sir. I noticed, first, that one that she had given to me was missing. Then I began to look for others. There is not a picture of her left in the house. She even went into her brother’s, her mother’s and her father’s rooms and took photographs from there.”
“Her own?”
“Her own and theirs as well.”
“That is rather remarkable. Was she fond of her own pictures, do you think?”
“Not at all. She paid almost no attention to them. She never kept a photograph of herself exposed to view in her own room.”
“Who took the trunks to the station?”