Not a particle of the face was to be seen, and only enough of the neck and shoulders to show that it had been the portrait of a man.

I enclose it for you to see; and if you want to talk to the woman, she is still here, though I only keep her in the hope of her being that Madame Duclos for whom money is offered.

I will tell you why I think this: Not because of a torn skirt,--you see I have been looking over the advertisement printed in the papers,--but because she is foreign and dark and has a decidedly drooping eyelid.

Then too, she halts a little on one foot, as I noticed when I called her hurriedly to the window to see something.

If you want to have a look at her, come after five and before seven; we are both in then.
Yours respectfully, Caroline Davis.
"No doubt that's the woman," commented Gryce.