"Quite correct, my lord," replied Dowker, quietly, though rather astonished at the business like tone assumed by Calliston. "I want to ask your lordship a few questions." "Indeed!" said Calliston, abruptly. "Oh, so you didn't find out everything from the lady you saw on board the yacht?" "How do you know I was down at Brighton?" asked Dowker. "Simply enough," answered Calliston. "I received a telegram from my sailing-master informing me of your visit. You saw Miss--Miss----" here he glanced at Totty as if doubtful to announce his marriage, "Miss Sarschine?" "Yes, I saw Miss Sarschine," replied Dowker, with an emphasis on the last word. "And she doubtless told you of her visit to Lady Balscombe's house?" "She did." "And of Lady Balscombe's visit to these rooms?" "Correct." "Then what do you want to know from me?" demanded Calliston. Mr. Dowker ran his hand round the brim of his hat. "I want an account of your lordship's movements on that night," he said smoothly. Lord Calliston sprang to his feet with a burst of laughter. "Good Heavens!" he cried. "Surely you don't think I killed Lady Balscombe?" Dowker said nothing, but looked discreetly on the ground, upon which Calliston frowned. "Don't carry the joke too far," he said, harshly. "I am a very good-natured man, but there are limits to one's good-temper--in some cases I would decline to answer your very impertinent questions, but as I want to save my cousin's life, if possible, I will tell you what I know--be seated." The detective bowed and took a seat, while Calliston turned to Mrs. Povy. "You can go now," he said quietly, "and don't let me be disturbed until I ring the bell." "Wait a minute," observed Dowker, as Mrs. Povy passed him. "You told me it was Miss Sarschine visited Mr. Desmond on that night?" "And so it was," retorted Totty, defiantly, pausing at the door. "If I was massacred this minute I'd swear it." "How are you so certain?" "Because I saw her face--as if I didn't know it, and another thing, she wore the same dress and jacket as she did when she were here in the afternoon--get along with you," said Totty, viciously, "telling me I'm telling lies, an' am old enough to be your mother, only my sons 'ud be men and not skeletons," and with this sarcastic allusion to Dowker's leanness, the indignant Mrs. Povy departed. "Ah!" said Dowker, thoughtfully, not paying any attention to her last remark, "it was the resemblance and the change of clothes made her make the mistake--humph----" "Now, then, Mr. Dowker," said Calliston, tapping the table impatiently, "where do you want me to begin from?" "From the time your lordship arrived at 'The Pink 'Un.'" Calliston stared at him in astonishment. "How the deuce did you know I was there?" he asked. "Easily enough," replied the detective, coolly; "the little urchin you gave money to told me."