"In the absence of any definite clue, coincidences such as this are always interesting.

In this case, as it happens, we can take them even a little further.

We find that you, for instance, Miss Penelope Morse, a young American lady, celebrated for her wit and accomplishments, and well known in London society, were to have lunched with Mr.Hamilton Fynes on the day when he made his tragical arrival in London; we find too, curiously enough, that you were one of the party with whom Mr.Richard Vanderpole was to have dined and gone to the theatre on the night of his decease." Penelope shivered, and half closed her eyes.
"Don't you think," she said, "that the shock of this coincidence, as you call it, has been quite sufficient, without having you come here to remind me of it ?" "Madam," Mr.Jacks said, "I have not come here to gratify any personal curiosity.

I have come here in the cause of justice.

You should find me a welcome visitor, for both these men who have lost their lives were friends of yours." "I should be very sorry indeed," Penelope answered, "to stand in the way of justice.