"Of course not. She--she--" Guy paused at a loss for a suggestion. "And yet, if she is not the sempstress, she must be Anita!" "Why?" "Because of the jewels in her bag." "I don't believe they are the Wilmersley jewels----" "There is no doubt as to that. I have the list somewhere and you can easily verify it." "Then the bag is not hers. It may have been left in the seat by some one else." "She opened it in my presence." "But you proved to me last night that she could not be Lady Wilmersley," insisted Guy. "So I did. Anita has masses of bright, yellow hair. This girl's hair is dark." "Well, then----" "There seems no possible explanation to the enigma," acknowledged Cyril. "Perhaps she wore a wig." "She did not. When she fainted I loosened her veil and a strand of her hair caught in my fingers. It was her own, I can swear to that." "She may have dyed it." "I never thought of that," exclaimed Cyril. "No, I don't think she could have had time to dye it. It takes hours, I believe. At nine, when she was last seen, she had made no attempt to alter her appearance. Now Wilmersley was----" "Hold on," cried Guy. "You told me, did you not, that she had cut off her hair because it had turned white?" "Yes," assented Cyril. "Very well, then, that disposes of the possibility of its having been dyed." "So it does. And yet, she carried the Wilmersley jewels, that is a fact we must not forget." "Then she must be a hitherto unsuspected factor in the case." "Possibly, and yet---" "Yet what?" "I confess I have no other solution to offer. Oh, by the way, what is the number of her room?" Guy stiffened perceptibly. "I don't think I remember it." "How annoying! I particularly asked you to make a note of it!" "Oh, did you?" Guy's face was averted and he toyed nervously with his eye-glass. "Of course I did. You must realise--in fact we discussed it together--that I must be able to see her." "As there is nothing that you can do for her, why should you compromise her still further?" "What do you mean?" "I mean that you ought not to take further advantage of her peculiar affliction so as to play the part of a devoted husband." "This is outrageous--" began Cyril, but Campbell cut him short. "While you fancied that she was in need of your assistance, I grant that there was some excuse for your conduct, but to continue the farce any longer would be positively dishonourable."