A second or two passed before I was able to answer at all, and even then my first remark was not in the least worthy of the occasion; but it expressed precisely what was in my mind.
"How the—how on earth did you find me out?"
She smiled a little, but her manner was anxious still.
"I haven't lived all my life in Ransay," she said. "I have even been to London and to quite a good many London theatres. In fact I've seen you act before, Mr. Merton."
"What an extraordinary way to be found out!" I thought, and aloud I said,
"But my name isn't on the programme in Ransay."
"It was, when you were last here, you must remember," said she.
I looked at her for a moment, and she at me, and in that exchange of glances I decided emphatically that there was no sign of evil in those eyes. Anyhow, I stood to lose nothing if I got her confidence, and my own could be withheld or not as I saw fit.
"We might as well be frank," I said. "How exactly did you come to spot me?"
Again she smiled, and each time she smiled straight at me like that, I confess frankly I grew less cautious.