terious woman, I thought the papers invented her," said Olivia.
"So did I," said Grey. "But it's beginning to look to me as if there might have been one."
"I wonder who she can be?" said Olivia.
"A barmaid, I should think," said Grey, in a tone which placed definitely the late Lord Loudwater as a lover.
"You certainly do dislike Egbert," said Olivia, in a dispassionate tone of one stating a natural fact of little importance.
"I do," said Grey.
"It's odd how little I remember him," said Olivia thoughtfully. "But then I was always trying to forget him unless he was actually in the room with me. And then I was always trying not to see him."
"I remember the way he treated you," said Grey sternly.
Olivia smiled at him.
"I hope to goodness the police never do find that wretched woman!" he said.
Olivia frowned thoughtfully. Then she smiled again.
"I don't think it would be much use if they did," she said. "I told Mr. Flexen that I heard Egbert snoring about twelve o'clock. I didn't; but I thought that as you went away about half-past eleven, it would make it safer for you. I could always stick to it, if we thought it right."
