He sat quietly down in the chair on the other side of that table.
"You have had that dog some time?" he asked.
"Yes."
"How did you get it?"
The answer came quite steadily but slowly, and after a long silence.
"A friend gave it to me."
"Who?"
There was no longer any smile upon the girl's face. Nor, on the other hand, was there any fear. Her eyes never for a second wavered from his.
"Why do you ask?"
"I am curious," replied Royle. "Who?"