She looked puzzled for a moment.
"I don't recognize the name," she said, and then she suddenly turned pale.
"I am the son of Carson Strong, who was sent to prison for alleged forgery and the passing of worthless checks," I continued. "I suppose you remember the case."
"Har—hardly," she faltered. "I—I heard something of it, but not the particulars."
"That is strange, when you were so interested in it."
"I?" she repeated, in pretended surprise.
"Yes, madam," said Mr. Harrison. "You were very much interested."
"Who says so?"
"I say so," said I.
"You! You are only a boy."