Lady Raytham gazed at her without answering. “You thought he had gone to the Princess Bellini’s. Is that the way, across Barnes Common?” “It is--a way--yes.” “Then you saw the body and recognized it? Saw it in the light of your headlamps, as we did? You weren’t on your way to Wimbledon at all; you were coming back. I saw the rear lights of your car!” Lady Raytham was breathing quickly. “How do you know?” she asked. “You wouldn’t have seen the body otherwise. It lay on the left-hand footpath as you came toward London, on the farther path as you came from London. What kind of a car have you?” Jane told her. “So you had been to Princess Bellini? And what did Princess Bellini tell you?” “She was not at home.” Instinctively Leslie Maughan recognized that Jane Raytham was speaking the truth now. “So you came back, and you found the body? Searched it?” The woman nodded. “What were you seeking?” Again the quick movement of tongue across parched lips. “I can’t tell you.” Suddenly Leslie looked round. Noiselessly crossing the floor, she turned the handle quickly and jerked open the door. Mrs. Gurden nearly fell into the room. “Are you fearfully interested?” asked Leslie. Her tone was almost sweet. The discomfited eavesdropper grimaced and tittered hysterically. “I was just coming in--really, it was very awkward. My shoe lace came unfastened and I was just stooping. I don’t know whatever you think of me, but you really must believe me, Miss Maughan, you really must! I think prying and spying people are simply dreadful, don’t you, dear?” “I do, dear!” said Leslie dryly, and pointed to the stairs. “Would you mind sitting on the bottom step until I come down?” Greta went tittering down the stairs. “Was she listening? Was she?” Lady Raytham asked the question with unusual energy. “No, I don’t think she had been there long. I have an uncanny knowledge when I am being overheard. I had it just at that moment. Lady Raytham, where is your emerald necklace?” If she had struck the woman she could not have produced a more startling effect. Jane Raytham sprang to her feet with a low cry and put out a hand as though she were warding off some terrible menace. For a second her beautiful face was distorted with fear. “Oh!” she gasped out. “Why do you say that?” “Where is your necklace? Can I see it?” Jane Raytham thought for a moment, her chin on her breast, and then slowly raised her eyes. “Yes. Will you come with me?” she said in a whisper. Leslie followed her out of the room into the bedroom on the right that opened from the landing.