"I may have seen his pictures," she replied, puckering her brow as if in reflection.
He stared for a second.
"Why do you look at me in that way, Mr. Booth?" she cried, with a nervous little laugh.
"Do you mean to say you—er—that is, you don't know Hawkright's work?"
"Is that so very strange?" she inquired plaintively.
"By Jove," he muttered, quite taken aback. "I don't understand. I'm flabbergasted."
"Please explain yourself," she said stiffly.
"You must have a double somewhere, Miss Castleton," said he, still staring. "Some one who looks enough like you to be—"
"Oh," she cried, with a bright smile of understanding. "I see! Yes, I have a double—a really remarkable double. Have you never seen Hetty Glynn, the actress?"
"I am sure I have not," he said, taking a long breath. It was one of relief, he remembered afterward. "If she is so like you as all that, I COULDN'T have forgotten her."