“Oh! She was certainly a lady. Indeed, I rather fancied that I had seen her several years ago, and that with her mother she once came as guest of old Lady Wentbrook, in whose service I was. But I was not quite sure, and I could not, of course, inquire. At any rate, she was a lady, of that there could be no mistake.”
“And Mr. Graydon was a gentleman?”
“Certainly, sir. But I can’t vouch for Mr. Audley. They were friends—and that’s all I know.”
“You had certain suspicions about Audley, and were not sorry when he gave up his rooms?”
“Yes, sir, you’re quite right, I was.”
“And how about Graydon?”
“We were very sorry when he left, sir. My wife liked him immensely. But she always said that he was somehow under the influence of Mr. Audley.”
“Did you ever meet a Mr. Harold Ruthen?” I asked.
And from my wallet I took another snap-shot which showed him with a party of skaters on the rink.
The ex-butler scrutinized it closely and replied: