He looked searchingly at her, and answered slowly:
“You suspect me?”
“Yes—by your emotion—of being Dallas Bain himself,” she returned frankly.
“You are right, Miss Janowitz. I am that much-wronged and slandered man!”
“Then why this masquerade—this title?” she inquired dubiously.
“The title belongs to me,” he said briefly, explaining everything.
“I am very much surprised,” she owned; adding: “Royall Sherwood tried to make every one believe you were a nobody.”
“That was my fault. Just for a whim, I kept up a mystery over my past, and, of course, he thought I had something to hide. Then I fell in love with Daisie Bell and wanted to win her on my own merits.”
“And you did. She loved you madly!” cried Annette, but she added: “It nearly broke her heart, I know, when you ran away with Letty Green.”
“But I did not run away with Letty Green. There is some terrible mistake here. It is not possible that she—that Daisie—believed it?”