"Who are you?"
"We will nod speak of that," said the Swiss. "Only we will talk of things that interesting are."
This seemed to have a tonic effect upon Nora; when she answered her breathing had become almost normal; her voice was strong and held some confidence.
"I know you now," she said. "I saw you the other night."
Old Bohlmier chuckled.
"Ach! yes, the other night. You saw me, yes, but you spoke to me not! Now it will the other way be. Eh?"
"What do you want?" asked Nora, sharply.
"Do you so ask?" Bohlmier's tone was one of astonishment. "Is it possible? There is one supject only which we can talk about Is it not so? One supject. Yes?"
"I thought I told your friend all I had to say about that," said the girl.
"Ach! no! It is not true." If he had been able to see the old rascal, Scanlon was sure his head would be wagging and a mild smile would be upon his face. "You told him so—yes. But it is not true. Much more have you to say. Blenty more. And you will say it to me, eh? Now!"