Minnie Clover, a pretty and interesting girl, was now employed at Doulton's potteries.

All would have been well but for the harassing mystery that disturbed their lives.

Clover's letters were still posted in London; money still came from him, sometimes in remittances of as much as twenty pounds.

But handwriting and composition often suggested that the writer was either ill or intoxicated.

The latter seemed not unlikely, for Clover had always inclined to the bottle.