"Go on," said Ariston. "Of whom are you thinking?"
"A veiled woman passed out that day and put a piece of money in my hand."
"Over-astute Neaera!" thought I.
"Did you not recognize the woman?" asked Ariston.
"No, she was veiled."
"Would you be surprised if I could guess at what hour she passed out?"
The janitor looked at Ariston stupidly.
"She passed out within an hour after Lydia."
"Yes," nodded the janitor, "just about that."