"You were to have lunched here with Mr. Hamilton Fynes," the
detective continued. "When, may I ask, did the invitation reach
you?"

"Yesterday," she told him, "by marconigram from Queenstown."

"You can tell us a few things about the deceased, without doubt,"
Mr. Jacks said,--"his profession, for instance, or his social
standing? Perhaps you know the reason for his coming to Europe?"

The girl shook her head.

"Mr. Fynes and I were not intimately acquainted," she answered.
"We met in Paris some years ago, and when he was last in London,
during the autumn, I lunched with him twice."

"You had no letter from him, then, previous to the marconigram?"
the inspector asked.

"I have scarcely ever received a letter from him in my life," she
answered. "He was as bad a correspondent as I am myself."

"You know nothing, then, of the object of his present visit to
England?"

"Nothing whatever," she answered.

"When he was over here before," the inspector asked, "do you know
what his business was then?"