wouldn't talk to her about anything of that sort—family affairs. I said to Mr. Wraypoole that I'd often wondered if I had relations anywhere in England."
"What did he say about that, now?" enquired Wedgwood.
"Nothing, then. But the other day—the day before I heard of his death it would be—he came into the refreshment room for some lunch and said something to me, and it's because of what he said that I've come here, you know—I told the manageress about it yesterday, and she strongly advised me to tell the police authorities at once."
"Well?" asked Wedgwood. "And what was it?"
"He'd been away for a while—I hadn't seen him for a week or two, and I made a remark about it when I got him his lunch. 'Ah!' he said. 'And you don't know where I've been, nor what I've been doing, my dear—you'd be surprised if you did. The fact is,' he said, 'I've found out something about you and your family, and you shall know all about it in a day or two—perhaps to-morrow.' 'Why not now?' I said. 'Do tell me, Mr. Wraypoole!' 'No!' he said. 'Wrong time and place. To-morrow, when you've finished your work.' 'Is it good news?' I asked him. Then he laughed, as if something
