"Did you know I was here? How——?" she began, with a puzzled wrinkle of the fair white brow, and stopped.
"I did not know. I wish I had."
"If you did not know, how—why——?"
"If I had known perhaps I should not have dared to follow you. On the whole I'm glad I did not know."
"I don't understand.... How long have you been here?"
"Just four weeks," he said, with a smile at thought of the blackness of those four weeks now that he stood in the sunshine.
"Four weeks! Then you mean—you mean that I—that we—followed——"
"In the mere matter of time, yes!—and of place too," he laughed." For you turned me out of my rooms."
"Do you mean to say you are the Bogey-Man?"
"Well,—no one ever called me so to my face before, but I'm bound to say I've felt uncommonly like one for the past four or five weeks."