Mrs. Amber shrugged her shoulders and jingled her bracelets. "Oh! he is well enough," said she, in a disparaging tone. "A broken-down military dandy. Hilda would be in the workhouse so far as he is concerned. It is Papa Schwartz who keeps them both." "In spite of his reputation Schwartz seems to be a good man," said Ellis, musingly. "You say that he engaged Janet Gordon as his private secretary. How was that?" "He knew her in Germany, or Austria, or somewhere." "Indeed, have she and her sister lived abroad?" "Yes, for a considerable time, I believe. Their stepfather was a M. Zirknitz, as I learnt from that horrid Rudolph. But I really do not know anything about their past life, doctor. Janet held her tongue, and so did Laura, in spite of her frivolity. Who they are or where they came from I do not know. Papa Schwartz might." "I shall see him about it. There appears to be some mystery about these girls, Mrs. Amber." "I agree with you, doctor. But I am certain they are ladies." "Did you see Miss Gordon when she arrived here after the murder?" "No, she came in after midnight and used her latchkey. I thought nothing of it at the time, as her business kept her out late. But when I wished to see her about the murder, which was in the morning papers, she refused to let me enter the room. I never saw her until two or three days ago, when she went away." "Did Mrs. Moxton come to see her?" "No, Mrs. Moxton never came near her, except this last time to take her away. Where they have gone I know no more than the man in the moon." "Did anyone come to see her while she was in her bedroom." "Papa Schwartz did, but she refused to admit him." "I wonder if he will know their whereabouts?" "He might," said Mrs. Amber, with a nod. "Janet is his secretary." "She was, but she is not now," contradicted Ellis. "She gave up her place." Mrs. Amber's face expressed unqualified amazement. "Dear me, how does she intend to live?" "I don't know. Mrs. Moxton may keep her." "But Mrs. Moxton hasn't a shilling. Her husband's father disinherited him for marrying her." "Oh, she will come in for some of the property," said Ellis, trying to explain without mentioning about the burnt will. "Old Moxton died intestate, so half his estate will go to his son's widow. But tell me, Mrs. Amber, do you know a man called Busham?" "No, I never heard the name." "He did not call here?" "Not to my knowledge. Who is he?" "Mrs. Moxton's lawyer." Ellis rose to take his leave. "Well, Mrs. Amber," he said, "I am much obliged for the information you have given me. For certain private reasons I wish to find out who murdered Moxton, but it seems you cannot help me." "No, I know of no one. I cannot guess who would be such a villain. But if anyone knows, it will be Janet Gordon. She must have handled the body, as those blood-stained cuffs show." "You knew that she was at Dukesfield on that night?"