Dauvray and Mlle.

Celie, was not a woman with black hair and bright black eyes.
Look!" And, fetching his pocket-book from his pocket, he unfolded a sheet of paper and showed them, lying upon its white surface a long red hair.
"I picked that up on the table-the round satinwood table in the salon.
It was easy not to see it, but I did see it.

Now, that is not Mlle.
Celie's hair, which is fair; nor Mme.

Dauvray's, which is dyed brown; nor Helene Vauquier's, which is black; nor the charwoman's, which, as I have taken the trouble to find out, is grey.

It is therefore from the head of our unknown woman.