I am called Alice Roussillon, but I suppose that my name is Alice Tarleton; it is not certain, however.

There is very little to help out the theory.

Here is all the proof there is.

I don't know that it is worth anything." She took off her locket and handed it to him.
He handled it rather indifferently, for he was just then studying the fine lines of her face.

But in a moment he was interested.
"Tarleton, Tarleton," he repeated.