CHAPTER X
I am so glad to meet you, Mr. Winwood,” she said. “Mr. Overton mentioned that he thought your father was acquainted with mine long ago.”
“I was under that impression—in fact, I am nearly sure—however——”
Amber gave him a chance of finishing his sentence; but he did not take advantage of her offer.
“You think that it is possible he may have made a mistake?” she said.
He did not answer immediately. He followed with his eyes the irritating sweep of his Malacca cane.
“I should like you to ask Sir Creighton if he has any recollection of my father before I make any further claims,” he said, suddenly looking at her straight in the face.
“I have already done so,” said Amber.
He was so startled that he coloured beneath the brown surface of his skin. The effect was a picturesque one.
“And he said that he remembered—that——”