Her look told him the shot had struck home. Inwardly he rejoiced, knowing, before she answered, what her answer would be.
"But I didn't tell him," she confessed, stricken with a new cause for concern. "I—I forgot to tell him."
"Oh, you forgot to tell him?" he repeated. Now suddenly he became a cross-examiner, snapping his questions at her, catching her up sharply in her replies. "And you say you never saw this Mr. Murrill—as you call him—before in all your life?"
"No."
"And you've never seen the mysterious stranger since?"
"There was nothing mysterious about him, I tell you. He was merely interesting."
"Anyhow, you've never seen him since?"
"No."
"Nor had any word from him other than that telephone talk you say you had with him?"
"No."