“I can tell you, Miss Norris,” said Carl, who thought it time to speak.
Hitherto Miss Norris had not seemed aware of Carl’s presence. She turned abruptly and surveyed him through her glasses.
“Who are you?” she asked.
This might seem rude, but it was only Miss Rachel’s way.
“My name is Carl Crawford.”
“Do I know you?”
“No, Miss Norris, but I hope you will.”
“Humph! that depends. You say you know what became of my bank book?”
“Yes, Miss Norris.”
“Well?”