“What’s this?” he asked.
“No one seems to know,” said the constable, “it’s a puzzle.”
Fletcher picked up a letter case.
“Where did this come from?” he said.
“That was lying on the floor,” said Brown.
Inside was a faded miniature of a very beautiful girl, and a young boy, and in faint letters “Mother and Roy,” and a date some twenty years before.
“Lord Reckavile when a child, with his mother, I suppose,” said Brown.
Fletcher took it to the lamp. The boy had sad sweet features, almost Italian.
“Is there a portrait of Lord Reckavile anywhere?” he asked.
“Yes, sir, in the hall,” and Brown led the way with the lamp.