"Follow me into the hotel," she said.
Dan did so.
"What is your name?" asked the lady, as they ascended the stairs.
"Dan Mordaunt."
"I needn't ask if you have a good mother?" she proceeded.
"One of the best," said Dan, promptly.
"You look like a well-bred boy, and I infer that your mother is a lady. Come into the parlor. I wish to speak to you on business."
Dan followed her, wondering, and she signed to him to take a seat on the sofa beside her.
"You have already told me that you have no sister," she began.
"No, ma'am."