"Not in the least," she replied.

"You can tell us his address in the States?" Inspector Jacks
suggested.

She shook her head.

"I cannot," she answered. "As I told you just now, I have never
had a letter from him in my life. We exchanged a few notes,
perhaps, when we were in Paris, about trivial matters, but
nothing more than that."

"He must at some time, in Paris, for instance, or when you
lunched with him last year, have said something about his
profession, or how he spent his time?"

"He never alluded to it in any way," the girl answered. "I have
not the slightest idea how he passed his time."

The inspector was a little nonplussed. He did not for a moment
believe that the girl was telling the truth.

"Perhaps," he said tentatively, "you do not care to have your
name come before the public in connection with a case so
notorious as this?"

"Naturally," the girl answered. "That, however, would not prevent
my telling you anything that I knew. You seem to find it hard to
believe, but I can assure you that I know nothing. Mr. Fynes was