To-morrow, in any case, the facts will be made public."
Northway glanced at him ill-humouredly.
"You needn't be so anxious about my honesty, Mr. Marks. But I should
like to be made a little surer that you have been telling me the
truth. How do I know that my wife is really living as you say? It
seems to me I ought to have a sight of her before I go talking to
magistrates."
Glazzard reflected.
"Nobody," pursued the other, "would make such a charge just on
hearsay evidence. It would only be common sense for me to see her
first."
"That objection is reasonable. If you knew how well-assured I am of
this lady's identity, you would understand why your view of the
matter never occurred to me. You must say that you _have_ seen her,
that's all--seen her coming out of her house."
But Northway was still unsatisfied. He desired to know how it was
that a public man had succeeded in deceiving all his friends in such
an affair as that of his marriage, and put various other questions,
which reminded Glazzard how raw a hand he was at elaborate artifice.
Whilst the discussion was going on, Northway took from his pocket an
envelope, and from the envelope drew a small photograph.
"You showed me one the other day," he said. "Now, do you recognize
that?"
"Undoubtedly. That is Miss Lilian Allen--four years ago, I dare
say.
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