CHAPTER VII
In Which a Dream Becomes a Reality
I said nothing immediately. I could not. It was “Little Frank” who resumed the conversation. “Who are you?” she asked.
“Who—I beg your pardon? I am rather upset, I'm afraid. I didn't expect—that is, I expected.... Well, I didn't expect THIS! What was it you asked me?”
“I asked you who you were.”
“My name is Knowles—Kent Knowles. I am Captain Cahoon's grand-nephew.”
“His grand-nephew. Then—Did Captain Cahoon send you to me?”
“Send me! I beg your pardon once more. No.... No. Captain Cahoon is dead. He has been dead nearly ten years. No one sent me.”
“Then why did you come? You have my letter; you said so.”