I gasped. "You said 'Richard Wynn,'" I repeated. "Did you mean to say Captain Holiday?"
Elizabeth's fiancé was still gazing upon me in bewilderment. Then he uttered these further strange words; words that took me more aback than any I'd heard since I was a child reading The Arabian Nights by the firelight that criss-crossed my schoolroom ceiling with the giant shadow of the wire fireguard.
He asked: "Miss Matthews, do you mean to say that you didn't know Dick Holiday and Richard Wynn were ... er ... the same person?"
CHAPTER XXXI
A FEW FACTS ABOUT RICHARD WYNN
"Look in my face, my name is Might-Have-Been.
I am also called No-More, Too-Late, Farewell."
—ROSSETTI.
Sensation!
In fact, of all the many thunderbolts that had fallen upon me since I had been working on the Land, this (as Vic would say) had cleft it.
Blank bewilderment was my first feeling.
My next feeling was, curiously enough, that I wasn't surprised after all.