“I’m not a theologian,” said the man dryly.
Trix looked at him. A sudden light of illumination passed over her face, giving place to absolute amazement.
“Aren’t you Mr. Danver?” she ejaculated.
“I never heard of his being a theologian,” was the retort.
“But Mr. Danver is dead!” gasped Trix.
“Is he?”
“Well,” said Trix dazed, bewildered, “he evidently isn’t. But why on earth did you—” she broke off.
“Did I what?” he demanded with a queer smile.
“Say you were dead?” asked Trix.
“Dead men, my dear young lady, tell no tales, nor have I ever heard of a living one proclaiming his own demise.”