"He looked sullen and unconvinced.
"'You may say what you will,' he retorted, 'I swear it was the same face.'
"'And I swear that it was not,' I replied.
"So the matter ended. But, Earle, could it be that Ross Glynlyn spoke the truth—that she is in Florence?"
"But he said that lady was married," said Earle.
"That might be a mistake. It seems to me a clew worth following up."
And Earle thought the same.
CHAPTER XLI.
"I CLAIM YOU AS MY OWN; I WILL NEVER RELEASE YOU!"
"I call this a coincidence," said Gregory Leslie, as the studio door opened and a gentleman entered—"a strange coincidence. If I had read it in a novel I should not have believed it."