Presently Hagar looked up, and said abruptly, "You were singing outside my window last night."
Telford's face was turned away from him when he began. It came slowly toward him. The eyes closed steadily with his, there was no excitement, only cold alertness.
"Indeed? What was I singing?"
"For one thing, the chant of the negro woodcutters of Louisiana."
"What part of Louisiana?"
"The county of Tellavie chiefly."
Telford drew a long breath, as though some suspense was over, and then said, "How did you know it was I?"
"I could scarcely tell you. I got the impression—besides, you are the only man I've seen in Herridon who looks likely to know it and the song which you prompted."
"Do I look like a southerner—still? You see I've been in an arctic country five years."
"It is not quite that. I confess I cannot explain it."