"Doctor Oleander is a villain, and you are, I suspect, his tool."
"I'm sorry you think so, miss," Mrs. Susan Sharpe said, composedly. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
But Mollie did not reply. She was staring at her new attendant with all her might.
"Who are you?" she said, breathlessly. "Surely someone I know."
The woman smiled.
"No one you know, miss—unless you have the advantage of me. I don't suppose you ever heard my name before."
"I don't suppose I have," retorted Miss Dane; "but I have certainly heard your voice."
"No! Have you, now? Where, I wonder?"
Mollie gazed at her wistfully, scrutinizingly. Surely that face, that voice, were familiar; and yet, as soon as she strove to place them, all became confusion. She turned away with a sigh.
"It's of no use. I suppose you're in league with the rest. I think the people in this house have hearts harder than stone."