“I’ve been down to Hampton,” I laughed.
“To Hampton!” he echoed. “What on earth have you been doing down there?”
“Making inquiries,” I answered, affecting an air of unconcern. “I’ve made a rather queer discovery.”
“What is it?” he asked, as I took a seat before him.
“I’ve found the woman whom Patterson and I discovered dead last night, and the strangest part about it is that she’s alive and quite well.”
“My dear fellow, are you mad?” he asked, looking at me strangely. “People aren’t in the habit of coming to life again, you know.”
“I’m well aware of that,” I responded. “Nevertheless, the fact remains that the woman seen by Patterson and by myself is actually alive. I met her in the park, and followed her home to New Hampton.”
“Met her in the park!” he cried. “There was one woman I noticed, fair-haired, and dressed in black.”
“The same,” I answered. “Fortunately I recognised her and kept her under observation.”
Then, in response to his demand, I related to him the whole circumstance in detail.