Between them Wyllard and the Coroner had contrived to put the London lawyer in full possession of the facts relating to the girl's death. Those facts were unfortunately of the scantiest. Edward Heathcote breathed no hint of that dark suspicion about Bothwell which had flashed into his mind after the inquest, and which he had vainly endeavoured to shake off since that time. Bothwell's manner at dinner this evening had not been calculated to disarm suspicion. His moody brow, his silence and abstraction, were the unmistakable signs of secret trouble of some kind. That trouble was coincidental in time with the event on the railway; for Heathcote and Bothwell had met in Bodmin, and had ridden home together on the previous day, and the young man had been cheery enough. "The ticket found upon the girl was from London to Plymouth, I apprehend," said Distin, when he had heard everything. "Yes." "Then she started from Paddington that morning. My business will be to find out who she was, and the motive of her journey." "And do you think there is a possibility of tracing her in London, without a shred of evidence--except the photograph of a dead face?" exclaimed Wyllard. "To my mind it seems like looking in a brook for a bubble that broke there a week ago." "As a west countryman you should remember how otter-hounds hunt the bead on the water," answered Distin. "With a photograph, the police ought to be able to trace that girl--even in the wilderness of London." "But if she were a foreigner, and only passed through London?" suggested Wyllard. "Even then she would leave her bead, like the otter. She could not get a night's shelter without some one knowing of her coming and going. Unless she slept in the lowest form of lodging-house--a place through which the herd of strange faces are always passing--the probabilities are in favour of her face being remembered." "Judging by the neatness of her clothes and the refinement of her features, she must have been the last person likely to set foot in a common lodging-house," said Heathcote. "But there was no money found upon her; neither purse nor papers of any kind." "That fact is to me almost conclusive," said Distin. "Upon what point?" "It convinces me that she was made away with." "Indeed!" exclaimed Wyllard, much surprised. "The thing never occurred to me in that light."