“Then you tell it to me. I’m heir to the Waring estate, and so I have a right to know all you know about—the family.”
His knowing look proved to Anita that he assumed also her right to be classed with “the family” and she looked at him in astonishment.
“You know?” she cried.
“Yes—I know,” he spoke very sternly. “And I insist upon a private interview with you, before you tell your story to any one else.”
“You shall have it, then,” she said, and her eyes grew grave. “Mrs. Bates, will you and Terence leave us alone for ten minutes. That will be long enough, and then, I’ll go to see Mr. Stone—if necessary.”
“Now, look here,” Trask said, as the door closed after the others, “I know who you are.”
“I don’t believe it,” and Miss Mystery looked at him straight from beneath the “Truesdell brows.”
“Well, anyway, I know you are a Truesdell connection.”
“Yes, I am. Go on.”
“I don’t know just what branch,” he went on, a little lamely.