Her answer was a question.
"How have you found this out?"
"I haven't found it out. I have only my own suspicions—very strong ones, though."
A shadow of doubt saddened and darkened her face. Her clasped hands drooped and fell.
"Only a suspicion, after all! I am afraid to hope, seems so unreal, so improbable. If it were Harry, why should he be here? Why should Captain Danton protect and shield him?"
"That is what I am coming to. You knew very little of your husband before you married him. Are you sure he did not marry you under an assumed name?"
A flash of colour darted across her colourless face at the words. Doctor Danton saw it.
"Are you sure Darling was your husband's name?" he reiterated, emphatically.
"I am not sure," she said faintly. "I have reason to think it was not."
"Do you know what his name was?"