She looked up at him almost for the first time since her entrance.
"I kind of thought you were," she admitted. "I might have saved my lies, then."
He shook his head.
"You have probably saved me from more than you know of," he replied. "I am not Douglas Romilly, but—"
"You're not Merton Ware, either," she interrupted.
"Quite right," he agreed. "I started life as Philip Merton Ware the day I took these rooms, and if the time should come," he went on, "that any one seriously set about the task of finding out exactly who I was before I was Merton Ware, you and I might as well take that little journey—was it to the Hudson, you said, on a foggy morning?—together."
They sat in complete silence for several moments, Then she threw the end of her cigarette into the fire.
"Well, I'm glad I didn't lie for nothing," she declared. "I didn't quite tumble to the Douglas Romilly stunt, though. They say he has left his business bankrupt in England and brought a fortune out here. You don't look as though you were overdone with it."
"I certainly haven't the fortune that Douglas Romilly is supposed to have got away with," he said quietly. "I have enough money for my present needs, though—enough, by-the-by, to pay you for this typing," he added, counting out the money upon the table.
"Any more stuff ready?"