“No, on the Continent.”
“Had she no relatives on her mother’s side?”
The Captain slowly stroked his moustache, then answered.
“I knew of none.”
“Were you acquainted with her mother?”
“No, I was not,” he replied after a moment’s reflection.
“And you have no suggestion to make, I suppose, regarding any person who might have entertained ill-will towards the unfortunate girl?” inquired the grey-haired Coroner.
“None whatever.”
“When did you last see her alive?”
“On Monday evening, when she accompanied a visitor to the station to see him off on his return to London. She rode her cycle, and announced her intention of going on to Burghfield to make a purchase. She was found later on,” he added, hoarsely.