"I tell you, Rosalind, I don't know, I never saw the man before."
"But he's pretending to be Mr. Kellogg—if he isn't!"
"Evidently. Oh, dear! It's beyond me."
"It has something to do with these burglaries," declared Rosalind.
"I suppose so. It's awful!"
"He's probably a thief."
"Very likely."
"Yet you've recognized him—or pretended to! Do you realize what you've done, Polly Dawson?"
"He called me Polly," she answered defensively.
"And just because a stranger calls you Polly, is he to be turned loose upon your friends?"