“Did he see you?”
“Yes.”
“Did he speak to you, or bow?”
“Oh, no; he doesn’t know me!”
“How do you know him?”
“I don’t. But I’ve seen his picture—both in the paper and at Miss Lindsay’s, and, as you know yourself, he’s unmistakable. Nobody could take any one else for Manning Pollard! Why, that face is of a type not often seen. And his physique, and his big, square shoulders—why, Penny, I know it was he.”
“Well, Ziz, I don’t say it wasn’t, but we must puzzle out how he got up there and why he went.”
“What have you done here while I was away?”
“I’ve found out all about the Barry letter for one thing.”
“Tell me.”