"Yes, miss; will you sign?"
"Hyatt?" murmured Van Ingen; "what an extraordinary coincidence. You are not by any chance related to the unfortunate young man the story of whose sad death has been filling the newspapers?"
She flushed and her lip trembled.
"He was my brother; did you know him?"
"I knew of him," said Van Ingen quietly, "but I did not know you lived in London!"
"Nor do I," said the girl; "it is only by the great kindness of Miss Dominguez that I am here."
There was no time for delicate finesse.
"Will you let me come in and talk with you?" Van Ingen said; then, as he saw again the evidence of her suspicion, "What I have to ask you is of the greatest importance to you and to me."
She hesitated, then led the way into a handsomely furnished sitting-room.
"First of all," said Van Ingen quietly, "you must tell me how Miss Dominguez found you."