5Sinclair took the photograph between finger and thumb, careful not to touch the central part of the image, and stood frowning. Lambert waited whilst the manservant mulled over what he saw but after a few moments he turned to sifting through the last few remaining papers in the same box in which he found the envelope. At the bottom was a list and when he ran his eyes over the words, something stirred inside.
“I don't know her, sir.” The manservant said at last and handed the photograph back. “I'm sorry.”
Lambert took it without looking, eyes still fixed on the paper in front of him. “What do you make of this, Sinclair?”
Peering over his master's shoulder, he grunted, “A bibliography of some sorts I shouldn't wonder.”
“Of course,” said Lambert, “I can see that now. Not a random collecti
