“Demure, of course—sincere, frank, too good-looking for you to resist,” she continued evenly. “Told you a little of her history without telling you anything. Worried over her aunt possibly, who she felt might be aboard the express. What sort of woman—I mean as far as station in life—young?”
“Twenty-eight, I should say—though she said twenty-five——”
“Well-dressed?”
“Er—yes—neatly.”
“Blond?”
“No, dark—darker, even, than you.”
“Startled—when you spoke to her?”
“A little embarrassed, of course—but we got talking.”
“You mean you got talking. Any one she knew aboard the express when it arrived?”
“Not a soul.”