"Yes; the doctor stayed several times at the Royal at Lowestoft. We both motored over on several occasions and dined with him. Doctor Weirmarsh was not well, so he had gone to the east coast for a change."
"And he also came over to Beccles to see your stepfather?"
"Yes; twice, or perhaps three times. One evening after dinner, I remember, they left the hotel and went for a long walk together. I recollect it well, for I had been out all day and had a bad headache. Therefore, the doctor went along to the chemist's on his way out and ordered me a draught."
"You took it?"
"Yes; and I went to sleep almost immediately, and did not wake up till very late next morning," she replied.
"You recollect, too, a certain man named Bellairs?"
"Ah, yes!" she sighed. "How very sad it was! Poor Captain Bellairs was a great favourite of the general, and served on his staff."
"He was with him in the Boer War, was he not?"
"Yes. But how do you know all this?" asked the girl, looking curiously at her questioner and turning slightly paler.
"Well," he replied evasively, "I—I've been told so, and wished to know whether it was a fact. You and he were friends, eh?" he asked after a pause.