“Yes,” was the faltering reply, “but—but—I didn't know—it was you!” The words came with a rush of desperation.
“Then, you have met me before?” Mary said, quietly.
“No, no!” The girl's voice rose shrill.
Aggie spoke her mind with commendable frankness.
“She's lying.”
And, once again, Garson agreed. His yes was spoken in a tone of complete certainty. That Mary, too, was of their opinion was shown in her next words.
“So, you have met me before? Where?”
The girl unwittingly made confession in her halting words.
“I—I can't tell you.” There was despair in her voice.
“You must.” Mary spoke with severity. She felt that this mystery held in it something sinister to herself. “You must,” she repeated imperiously.