“How are you this morning, Miss Doane?”
At the same time he offered his hand.
Rising to meet him, she gracefully accepted the hand he proffered, and replied:
“I am very well, thank you. I had not expected to see you here.”
“Nor I you.”
Seating herself again, she said:
“Were you a friend of Mr. Field’s?”
“I was.”
“I am informed that last night he was murdered.”
“Such is the truth as near as we can judge.”