The claim in the look which without wavering fixed itself upon him prompted another question. "And has that certainty got anything to do with me?"
"I wonder if it hasn't."
"But I don't see how it can have, when you never saw me in your life till twenty minutes ago."
"I never saw you; but I'd heard of you. I meant to see you as soon as I got a chance. I never got it till to-day."
"But how did you know?"
"That it was you? This way. You see I'm here with Miss Lily. She's staying for a few nights at the inn-club before going to make some visits."
"Who's Miss Lily?"
"She was the second of the two children born after my little boy was taken. First there was Mr. Tad. Then there was a little girl. She knows Miss Ansley. Miss Ansley told her you were coming up, that you'd very likely be here this afternoon, so I came and waited. Even if I hadn't seen you drive up with her—if we'd met in the heart of Africa—I'd have known.... You've been taken for Mr. Tad already. You know that, don't you?"
"I know there's a resemblance."
"It's more than a resemblance. It's—it's the whole story. Mr. Whitelaw himself saw it first. When he came back after meeting you, in this very place, nearly two years ago, he was—well, he was terribly upset. If it hadn't been for Mr. Tad and Miss Lily—"