"Tell it me."
"Well—if you will have it—stand well back and hold your hat on. Don't let it catch you full in the face. John—Randall—Fulleymore—Ransome. Now you know me."
She smiled enchantingly. "Not quite. But I know something about you Winny doesn't know. That's strange, isn't it?"
It was, if you came to think of it.
They had crossed the Euston Road now, and Miss Usher turned presently up another side street going north. She stopped at a door in a long row of dingy houses.
"This is me," she said, "I've got a room here. It was awfully good of you to bring me."
"Not at all," he murmured.
"And you're sure you didn't mind my speaking to you like that? I wouldn't have done it if I hadn't been Winny's friend."
"Of course not."
She was not sure whether he were answering her question or assenting to her statement.