"Is it not enough? The child was about the same age as the one adopted. There are not many children of that age who die every week—even in Birmingham. Again, if the child died in Birmingham at all, it must have been at a hotel. There are not many children of the same age likely to die in the same week in a Birmingham hotel. I had the register of deaths searched, and found—what I told you. Copies have been taken. I went to the hotel nearest the station, and had the visitors' book searched. I found—what I told you. Copies have been taken."
"Very good. What next?"
"I sent you that letter, and I came to hear what you say about it."
"What should I say about it?"
"Who is this young man who calls himself the second baronet?"
"He is my son."
"Then who is the child that died?"
"How am I to tell? You must ask some one else."
"And who was the Lady Woodroffe who came to the hotel?"
"How do I know? You must ask some one else."