“No he didn’t.” The very tone of my voice enlightened her. With a smile she said:
“Then some one else did. Answer me some questions. What is my name?”
“Marjory Anita Drake.”
“Am I poor?”
“In the way of money, no.”
“Right! Why did I leave America?”
“To run away from the fireworks and the Joan of Arc business.”
“Right again; but that sounds mighty like Sam Adams. Well, that’s all right; now we may begin. I want to tell you something which you don’t know.” She paused. Half in delight and half in fear, for her appearance of purpose alarmed me, I set myself to listen.