“Oh! don’t mind that. The plain truth is at all times the best. What have you heard?”
“Well, then, if you must know, the police informed me that there had been several burglaries committed by a person answering to your description.”
“And surely you are not fool enough to believe such a statement. They always say that. They think it so clever. My description, indeed! They wont tell me so.”
“I don’t mean a description as you now appear, but as you were on that dreadful night.”
Peace laughed.
“Ah, I see,” he muttered. “Why, I wonder even you knew me, disguised as I was.”
“I wonder myself.”
“Would they know me now, do you think?”
“Not at all likely, I should say.”
“And Aveline Maitland—what of her?” inquired Peace, in an altered tone, for as he inquired a sudden pang seemed to shoot through his frame.