CHAPTER IX.
THE MARINE-STORE DEALER Mr.Lindsey was standing just within his own room when Maisie and the strange woman came into the office, and hearing what was said, he called us all three to go into him.

And, like myself, he looked at the woman with a good deal of curiosity, wanting--as I did--to see some likeness to the dead man.

But there was no likeness to be seen, for whereas Gilverthwaite was a big and stalwart fellow, this was a small and spare woman, whose rusty black clothes made her look thinner and more meagre than she really was.

All the same, when she spoke I knew there was a likeness between them, for her speech was like his, different altogether from ours of the Border.
"So you believe you're the sister of this man James Gilverthwaite, ma'am ?" began Mr.Lindsey, motioning the visitor to sit down, and beckoning Maisie to stop with us.

"What might your name be, now ?" "I believe this man that's talked about in the newspapers is my brother, sir," answered the woman.