"Where then?"
"No one knows. She comes to her meals punctually, turning into Waverley Place from Broadway."
"Has no one ever thought of following her home?"
"Yes. A young broker's clerk, on a wager, attempted to track her to her lodging place. She was sharp enough to detect his purpose. When they reached Broadway she turned suddenly and confronted him. 'Are you going up or down Broadway?' she asked. 'Up Broadway,' he answered with some hesitation, 'Then good evening! I go in the opposite direction.' Of course there was nothing for him to do but to accept the hint, which was certainly pointed enough."
"She must be a woman with a history," I said, thoughtfully.
"Most women have histories."
"But not out of the common."
"True. What now do you conjecture as to Miss Blagden's history?"
"I am utterly at a loss."