"Yes, it's queer, isn't it, that both should be afflicted in the same way," agreed Cyril, calmly lighting a cigarette. "Most remarkable," ejaculated Griggs, staring fixedly at Cyril. "As the doctors believe that her Ladyship will completely recover, I didn't want any one to know that she had ever been unbalanced. But I might have known that it was bound to leak out." "We are no gossips, my lord; I shall not mention what you have told me to any one." "Thanks. But if the whole police department----?" "They have got too much to do, to bother about what doesn't concern them. I don't believe a dozen of them noticed that in searching the train for one Lady Wilmersley, they had inadvertently stumbled on another, and as the latter had nothing to do with their case, they probably dismissed the whole thing from their minds. I know them!" "But you--" suggested Cyril. "Well, you see, it's different with me. It's the business of my men to bring me isolated facts, but I have to take a larger view of the--the--the--ah--possibilities. I have got to think of everything--suspect every one." "Even me?" asked Cyril quickly. "Your Lordship would have no difficulty in proving an alibi." "So you took the trouble to find that out?" "Of course, my lord." "But why? I should really like to know what could have led you to suspect me?" "I didn't suspect you, my lord. I only thought of you. You see, Lady Wilmersley must have had an accomplice and you must acknowledge that it was a strange coincidence that your Lordship should have happened to pass through Newhaven at that particular moment, especially as the Newhaven route is not very popular with people of your means." "Quite so. As a matter of fact, I had no intention of taking it, but I missed the Calais train." "I see," Griggs nodded his head as if the explanation fully satisfied him. "Would you mind, my lord," he continued after a brief pause, "if, now that we are on the subject, I asked you a few questions? There are several points which are bothering me. Of course, don't answer, if you had rather not." "You mean if my answers are likely to incriminate me. Well, I don't think they will, so fire ahead," drawled Cyril, trying to express by his manner a slight weariness of the topic. "Thank you, my lord." Griggs looked a trifle abashed, but he persisted. "I have been wondering how it was that you met her Ladyship in Newhaven, if you had no previous intention of taking that route?" Cyril was ready with his answer. "It was quite accidental. The fact is, her Ladyship escaped from an asylum near Fontainebleau over a fortnight ago. I scoured France for her but finally gave up the search, and leaving the French detectives to follow up any clue that might turn up, I decided almost on the spur of the moment to run over to England. I was never more astonished than when I found her on the train." "Why had she gone to Newhaven?" asked Griggs. "I have no idea." "Nor how long she stayed there?"