The two men eyed each other as if the significance of what the girl said surpassed their comprehension. Mr. Clifford continued his interposition.
"Miss Lindsay, Mr. Hooper has told you my name; it is Clifford--Frank Clifford. I believe I knew your father for many years, and am indebted to him for many kindnesses. Did he never mention my name to you?"
"Clifford? No, I don't remember his ever having done so."
"I saw your portrait in his rooms yesterday, and when I saw you this morning I recognized you at once."
"His rooms? What rooms?"
"His rooms in town."
"I didn't know he had any; we couldn't find out that he had an address in town."
"You couldn't find out that he had an address in town? I don't understand; there is something very strange here. Do you know a Mr. Nash?"
"Herbert Nash? He acted as my solicitor after my father was dead."
"Your solicitor, or your father's?"