"Yes, but there was no mystery about that. Warrender told me that he had met Marlow at Kingston, Jamaica. Afterwards the doctor settled in New Orleans. There he met his wife, who was on the stage. He did not do very well, so Mrs. Warrender urged him to return to England. He did so, and met Marlow by chance in London, where they renewed their acquaintance. Sorry to see that Warrender was so unfortunate, Marlow brought him down here, where he did very well." "I don't think he did well enough to have supplied Mrs. Warrender with her diamonds, sir." "Alan, don't speak evil of the dead. She did not get the diamonds from Marlow, but legitimately, my dear boy, from her husband." "And where did he get them? His practice must have brought him in little enough." "No, I won't say that. The fact, I think, is that there was some understanding between the two men, and that Marlow gave Warrender money." "He must have given him a good deal, then. Those jewels represent a lot. Seems like a kind of blackmail, sir." "On that point, Alan, I would prefer not to give an opinion." "And Warrender helped to steal the body of his patron," mused Alan. "Strange. But about this idea of a false name." "Well, it was at dinner one evening. The ladies had retired, and I was alone with Marlow and Warrender, talking over our wine, just as you and I might be now, Alan. The doctor had taken a little too much, and on one occasion he addressed the other man as Beauchamp. Marlow flashed one fierce glance at him, which sobered him at once. I made no remark on the incident at the time, but it stuck in my memory." "Then you think that Mr. Marlow was called Beauchamp in Jamaica?" "Warrender's slip gave me that impression," said the Rector cautiously. "How very strange!" murmured Alan, toying with his glass. "Do you know the will? Of course, I am trustee." "Sophy's trustee--why, yes. All the money goes to her, doesn't it?" "Most of it. There are legacies to myself, Joe Brill, and Miss Parsh. Sophy gets the rest, on conditions." "What conditions?" "One is that she marries me, the other that she pays two thousand a year to a man called Herbert Beauchamp." It was the Rector's turn to be startled. "Bless me, the same name!" "It would appear so. Perhaps this Herbert Beauchamp is a relative of the so-called Marlow. The money is to be paid into the Occidental Bank of London for transmission to him." "Where is he?" "I don't know. But now that you have told me so much, I shall take the first instalment myself to the Occidental Bank and make inquiries about the man. The manager may be able in some measure to account for all this." "I hope so, I hope so," cried the bewildered Rector, "for the mysteries seem to me to deepen." "Meanwhile," went on Alan calmly, "I shall see Mrs. Warrender. She may know something that will be useful to us." "I don't think so," the Rector said doubtfully. "Bless me, why should she? It was long afterwards that she met the doctor in New Orleans."