Directly I looked at her I saw that she was
a remarkable woman. You've not seen her yet?"
"No," said the Major, "I haven't, and I don't particularly want to."
"Her face seemed more or less familiar to me," said Meldon. "You'll
recognise it, too, when you see it. Or more probably you won't. I
suppose you still read nothing but _The Times_, and it doesn't publish
the portraits of celebrities."
"Is Miss King a celebrity? I never heard of her."
"Not under that name; but when I mention that her real name is Mrs.
Lorimer, you'll remember all about her."
"The woman who was tried the other day for murdering her husband, and
got off."
"Precisely," said Meldon. "I happened, by the merest chance, to have
five portraits of her in three different papers. I compared them
carefully with Miss King, and I haven't the slightest doubt that she's
the same woman."
"You're probably quite mistaken," said the Major. "Those pictures in
the daily papers are never the least like the person they're supposed
to represent."
"I might have been mistaken, though I very seldom am; but in this case
I certainly was not. She seemed quite pleased when I said I recognised
her, and told me frankly that she had murdered several husbands, and
hoped to live to murder many more.
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