"You mean both husband and wife?"
"Oh, no, sir! I don't mean Catherick—he was only to be pitied. I meant his wife and the person—"
"And the person who caused the scandal?"
"Yes, sir. A gentleman born and brought up, who ought to have set a better example. You know him, sir—and my poor dear Anne knew him only too well."
"Sir Percival Glyde?"
"Yes, Sir Percival Glyde."
My heart beat fast—I thought I had my hand on the clue. How little I knew then of the windings of the labyrinths which were still to mislead me!
"Did Sir Percival live in your neighbourhood at that time?" I asked.
"No, sir. He came among us as a stranger. His father had died not long before in foreign parts. I remember he was in mourning. He put up at the little inn on the river (they have pulled it down since that tim
