"No, so help me! But it was the only clue I had. Did you ever try to find me?"
"Yes, of course. And I did: easily."
"Oh?"
"You’re Martin Drake. You're a famous artist You live at the Albany, and you're not married. Only grandmother said— and, of course, Aunt Cicely—"
"Look here," said Drake with restraint. "Who the devil are these two powerful jujus, grandmother and Aunt Cicely? Can't they be tipped over like any other savage idols?" He glanced round. "And, by the way, can't we get out of here?"
"No! Please. Sh-h!"
"Why Sh-h?’
"Grandmother's here. She wants to get something at the auction. How on earth did you know I was here?"
"As a matter of fact, I didn't I came here for a preview, to recommend one or two rapiers for Sir Henry Merrivale."
"Sir Henry Merrivale!" exclaimed the girl.