CHAPTER XVIII.
THE LIE ON THE TOMBSTONE Gilling's glance at his companion was quiet enough, but it spoke volumes.
Here, by sheer chance, was such a revelation as they had never dreamed of hearing!--here was the probable explanation of at least half the mystery.
He turned composedly to the landlady.
"I've already told you who and what I am," he said, pointing to the card which he had handed to her.

"There are certain mysterious circumstances about this affair which I want to get at.

What you've said just now is abundant evidence that you can help.

If you do and will help, you'll be well paid for your trouble.

Now, you speak of sickness--death--a funeral.
Will you tell us all about it ?" "I never knew there was any mystery about it," answered the landlady, as she motioned her visitors to seat themselves.