He waited, knowing that in a moment or two all that he had guessed at would be clear, and that when the girl looked up she would tell him about the picture, and why she happened to be here, and not with the woman of the coach, who must have been her mother.
When at last she did look up from the picture her eyes were big and staring and filled with a mysterious questioning.
David, feeling quite sure of himself, said: "How did it happen that you were away up here, and not with your mother that night when I met her on the train ?" "She wasn't my mother," replied the girl, looking at him still in that strange way.

"My mother is dead.".