“Walter Wells is my brother.”
“Eh? The chap who borrowed the money?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t tell me that you are really Geraldine Wells?”
“Exactly.”
“Well, of all occult happenings!”
She explained how the underscoring on the steamer-list had attracted his eye and forced him unconsciously to choose the name.
“And you knew all along?” he asked.
“Don’t be silly. Of course I know my own name.”
“But you said nothing, gave me no hint.... You are deeper than you look. And say,” he recalled something; “what an ass I was to tell you all that rot about keeping silent and not blurting out all you know. And by the way, Miss Jerry, you scored beautifully on that stay-over-until-the-next-boat idea. I’ll wager you knew all about that sailing hour.”