"I mean that you are a real friend; you are he of whom I dreamed."
The detective glanced at the girl with an expression of aroused curiousness as he said:
"You dreamed of me?"
"Yes."
"This is very strange. What could have suggested such a dream?"
"I have dreamed all my life that some good friend would come some day and unravel the mystery of my parentage. It was accident that brought you and me together; but I had come to believe, although I have only known you for a few hours, that you were the good angel who would open the sealed book."
The detective advanced close to the girl, fixed his eyes upon her, and, while a bright flush reddened his cheek, he said, in an earnest tone:
"And so I will, Renie!"
"No, no; you have only come to raise a false hope."
"You are a strange girl, Renie."