e, and he saw her face in
profile as she bent over her papers. Mrs. Lorimer's side face was
represented in the picture; and she, too, was bending over something.
Meldon laid down the paper and took up another, this time an Irish
morning paper. It contained an interview with Mrs. Lorimer, secured by
an enterprising reporter after the trial. Meldon read this, and then
turned to the magazine page and studied the picture of the lady which
appeared there. In it Mrs. Lorimer wore a hat, and it was again her
side face which was represented. Meldon looked from it to Miss King.
The likeness was quite unmistakable. He took up a third paper, a
profusely illustrated penny daily. He found, as he expected, a picture
of Mrs. Lorimer. This was a full-length portrait, but the face came
out clearly. Meldon took up the Irish paper again, and re-read very
carefully the interview with the reporter on the evening of the trial.
Then he folded up all three papers and leaned over towards Miss King.

"You must excuse me," he said, "if I didn't recognise you just now.
You put me out by giving your name as Miss King. I'm much more
familiar with your other name. Everybody is, you know."

Miss King was mollified by the apology. She looked up from her papers
and smiled.

"How did you find me out?" she asked.

"By your picture in the papers," he said. "If you'll allow me to say
so, it's a particularly good likeness and well reproduced. Of course,
in your case, they'd take particular care not to print the usual kind
of smudge."

Miss King was strongly inclined to ask for the papers. Her portrait
had, she knew, appeared in the _Illustrated London News_ and in two
literary journals. She did not know that it had been reproduced in the
daily press. The news excited and pleased her greatly. She had a
short struggle with herself, in which self-respect triumphed. She did
not ask for the papers, but assumed an air of bored indifference.

"They're always publishing my photograph," she said. "I can't imagine
why they do it."

"I quite understand now," said Meldon, "why you're going down to
Ballymoy. You couldn't go to a better place for privacy and quiet;
complete quiet. I'm sure you want it."

"Yes," said Miss King. "I feel that I do. Now that you know who I am,
you will understand. I chose Ballymoy because it seemed so very remote
from everywhere."

She did not think it necessary to mention that she wanted to study the
Iris