Suddenly a recollection flashed upon me—a recollection of a long, flat figure, a drab face, thin hair coming away from a wrinkled forehead under a mushroom hat, flapping, old-fashioned golden earrings.
“Not the person I used to call ‘the Plank’?” I said.
“Did you?”
He thought for a moment.
“Yes; I believe you did-. I’d forgotten.”
“She was always in church twenty minutes before the service began, and always dropped her hymn-book coming out if there were visitors in the Abbey pew!”
“Yes, yes; that’s it. Miss Bassett is very nervous in little ways.”
“I remember her now perfectly. And you say she——”
I looked at him, and hesitated.
“She saved Vere’s life and, indirectly, mine. I’ll tell you now we’re together again at last. I shall never tell Vere.”