"To appear so openly, running the gauntlet of the detectives…."
"Eh?"—startled.
"Of course you saw," she insisted.
"Saw? No. Saw what?"
"Why…. Perhaps I am mistaken, but I thought you knew and trusted to your likeness to Mr. Maitland…."
Anisty frowned, collecting himself, bewildered. "What are you driving at, anyhow?" he demanded roughly.
"Didn't you see the detectives? I should have thought your man would have warned you. I noticed four loitering round the entrance, as I came in, and feared…."
"Why didn't you tell me, then?"
"I have just told you the reason. I supposed you were in your disguise…."
"That's so." The alarmed expression gradually faded, though he remained troubled. "I sure am Maitland to the life," he continued with satisfaction. "Even the head-waiter——"