What has there been?"
"Oh, a good deal. I may as well tell it to you, or no doubt Lady Crichton
will. People exaggerate so much."
"Why--what is there to exaggerate about?"
"The inquest was held," Valentine answered. "And every effort was made
to find the woman who came with Marr to the hotel and evaporated so
mysteriously, but there was no one to identify her. The Frenchman had
not noticed her features, and the housemaid, as you remember, was a
fool, and could only say she was a common-looking person."
"Well," Julian said, rather eagerly, "but what was the cause of death?"
"That was entirely obscure. The body seemed healthy--at least the various
organs were sound. There was no obvious reason for death, and the verdict
was, simply, 'Died from failure of the heart's action.'"
"Vague, but comprehensive."
"Yes; I suppose we shall all die strictly from the same cause."
"And that is all?"
"Not quite. It appears that a description of the dead man got into the
papers and that he was identified by his wife, who read the account in
some remote part of the country, took the train to town, and found that
Marr was, as she suspected, the man whom she had married, from whom she
had separated, and whose real name was Wilson, the Wilson of a notorious
newspaper case.
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