Inspector Herbert nodded. "I've drawn much the same conclusion. Still, there's always the possibility that he left the train at the next stop because he knew where to find her. I must keep an open mind there."

"If he was rejoining his regiment, he might not have had the option of waiting for a later train."

"Then we must find the man, if only to clarify that point. To be honest, we're no closer to discovering our murderer now than we were when our plea for information was published in the newspapers." Which I interpreted to mean that he was in some way disappointed in my evidence.

"If you'd told me she was a suicide, I would have found that believable, given her state of mind. Or even if he'd been found dead instead of Mrs. Evanson. Not to suggest that she could have killed anyone. It's just that her death seems so-inexplicable."

Inspector Herbert smiled. "You have been very helpful, Miss Crawford. Thank you for coming forward."

I was being dismissed.

I rose to take my leave.

But at the door, I turned, my training reminding me. "Do you know-had she seen a doctor, to confirm her suspicion that she was pregnant?" She must have guessed by the third month.

"We've had no luck there either. I sent my men out with photographs of Mrs. Evanson, in the event she had used a false name. They spoke to doctors and their staffs all across London, and to midwives as well as-er-less savory practitioners in the poorer neighborhoods of the city. So far it would appear that she hasn't been to anyone. We had hoped that the father was decent enough to accompany her and someone remembered him."

Scotland Yard had been thorough.