And with perfect self-possession the young girl opened the door.
Mumbling a few inaudible words, the aged admirer of the drama left the room.
"I am sorry to say," remarked Miss March, "that I have seen men like him before. He means no harm, but I cannot endure such silliness. But never mind about him; let us talk about ourselves. Sit down, please, and I will try to commence where I left off. When we were interrupted I had asked you to tell me the story of your sister's disappearance——"
"And I was about to do so."
"Exactly. Go on."
Al hesitated.
"Why do you want to hear the story, Miss March?" he asked.
"Because—because——"
"Well?"
"Because I believe that I may be your sister!"