no one could tell) of an overdose of opium.

Curious to see how Lady Dedlock would receive this news, Mr. Tulkinghorn
called on her and told her of the unknown man's death. She pretended to
listen with little interest, but his trained eye saw that she was deeply
moved by it, and he became more anxious than ever to find out what
connection there could be between this proud and titled woman and the
miserable copyist who had lived and died in squalor.

Chance favored Mr. Tulkinghorn's object. One night he saw Joe, the
ragged crossing sweeper pointing out to a woman whose face was hidden by
a veil, and whose form was closely wrapped in a French shawl, the gate
of the cemetery where Nemo had been buried. Later, at Sir Leicester's,
he saw Lady Dedlock's maid, Hortense--a black-haired, jealous French
woman, with wolf-like ways--wearing the same shawl.

He cunningly entrapped the maid into coming to his house one night
wearing both veil and shawl, and there brought her unexpectedly face to
face with Joe. By the boy's actions Mr. Tulkinghorn decided at once that
Joe had never seen Hortense before, and that instant, he guessed the
truth--that the veiled woman who had gone to the cemetery was really
Lady Dedlock herself, and that she had worn her maid's clothes to
mislead any observer.

This was a clever trick in the lawyer, but it proved too clever for his
own good, for, finding she had been enticed there for some deeper
purpose, Hortense flew into a passion with him. He sneered at her and
turned her out into the street, threatening if she troubled him to have
her put into prison. Because of this she began to hate him with a
fierceness which he did not guess.

Mr. Tulkinghorn felt himself getting nearer to his goal. But he now had
to find out who Nemo really had been.

If he had only known it, Krook could have aided him. The old man had
found a bundle of old letters in Nemo's room after his death, and these
were all addressed to "Captain Hawdon."

Krook himself could not read, except enough to spell out an address, and
he had no idea what the letters contained. But he was quick to think the
bundle might be worth some money. So he put it carefully away.

But Mr. Tulkinghorn found out nothing from Krook, for one day a strange
thing happened. Krook had drunk so much gin in his life that he had
become perfectly soaked with alcohol, so that he was just like a big
spongeful of it. Now, it is a curious fact that when a great mas