"Now, shall I tell you how I came to know that ?" she asked, poising a glace cherry on her dessert fork in front of her.

"Shall I explain my trick, like the conjurers ?" "Conjurers never explain anything," I answered.

"They say: 'So, you see, THAT'S how it's done!'-- with a swift whisk of the hand--and leave you as much in the dark as ever.

Don't explain like the conjurers, but tell me how you guessed it." She shut her eyes and seemed to turn her glance inward.
"About three years ago," she began slowly, like one who reconstructs with an effort a half-forgotten scene, "I saw a notice in the Times--Births, Deaths, and Marriages--'On the 27th of October'-- was it the 27th ?" The keen brown eyes opened again for a second and flashed inquiry into mine.
"Quite right," I answered, nodding.
"I thought so.

'On the 27th of October, at Brynmor, Bournemouth, Emily Olwen Josephine, widow of the late Thomas Cumberledge, sometime colonel of the 7th Bengal Regiment of Foot, and daughter of Iolo Gwyn Ford, Esq., J.P., of Hendre Coed, near Bangor.