She reached East Winstead at seven, and found a cab at the station. The drive to St. Elizabeth's occupied twenty minutes--longer than she had anticipated. She would have to do her work--make all her inquiries--in exactly one quarter of an hour if she meant to catch the next train to London. Well, a quarter of an hour ought to tell her all that she wished to know. She took little notice of the beauty of garden and architecture at St. Elizabeth's; these were not what she had gone to see. She asked at the door if she could see the Sister in charge of the girl's school. "Which--the orphanage or the ladies' school?" "The orphanage," was Flossy's prompt reply; and accordingly she was shown into the presence of Sister Louisa. "I am afraid that I must appear very brusque and abrupt," said Mrs. Vane, with the soft graciousness of manner which proved so powerful a weapon in her armory; "but I shall have to come to the point at once, as I have only a few minutes to spare. Can you tell me whether you ever had a child in your orphanage called Cynthia West?" Sister Louisa considered, and then shook her head. "'Cynthia' is an uncommon name," she said. "I am sure what we never had--at least, within the last ten years." "It would not be so long ago," said Mrs. Vane. "I have reason, however, to think that 'Cynthia West' is not her real name. Would the name of 'Westwood'--'Cynthia Janet Westwood'--recall any child to your memory?" Sister Louisa started, and a flush covered her mild thin face. "Is it possible," she said, "that you mean our lost child Jane Wood?" "She may have been known under that name," said Florence. "You had a girl here called 'Jane Wood,' then? Why do you think that she has any connection with Cynthia West?" "You mentioned the name of 'Westwood,'" said Sister Louisa eagerly. "Jane Wood's name was really 'Westwood'; but, as she was the daughter of a notorious criminal, Mrs. Rumbold of Beechfield, who placed her with us, asked that she should be called 'Wood.' She was the child of Westwood, who committed a dreadful murder at Beechfield, in Hampshire--a gentleman called Vane----" Here Sister Louisa glanced at the visitor's card. "You know perhaps," she went on in some confusion; but Flossy interrupted her. "Mr. Vane, the murdered man, was my brother-in-law. I am the wife of General Vane of Beechfield. I had some notion that this girl Cynthia West was identical with Westwood's daughter, but I could not be sure of the fact. How long was she with you, may I ask?"