“NOW HERE’S A CUNNING LITTLE LINE”, HE PURSUED. “THAT SHOWS SOMETHING TOO.”
“At a sale of old pictures and art objects,” said Sadie, supremely confident that he was reading her mind.
“A sale of pictures, of course,” Barnes led her on.
“Yes, she was bidding on a picture and he whispered to her that it was a copy––a fraud, and not to buy it. That was the way they got acquainted. But he wouldn’t let her tell auntie anything about him.”
“Just a moment,” cried Barnes. “Here’s a bit of good luck. I’d almost overlooked that line.”
Sadie was on fire with curiosity and looked eagerly into his eyes.
“You meet a dark man––and he prevents the elopement.”
“Perhaps that’s you!” exclaimed the delighted girl, withdrawing her hand and jumping to her feet.