"That town is in Connecticut, is it not?"
"Yes."
His trustful gaze had altered, subtly. She noticed it.
"I suppose," she said, "you think I could have found out these things through dishonest methods."
"I was thinking so.... I am satisfied that you are honest, Miss Greensleeve."
"I really am—so far."
"Could you tell me how you learned my name and place of residence."
Her expression became even more serious: "I don't know, Mr. Symes.... I don't know how I knew it.... I think you wish me to help you find your little
grandchildren, too. But I don't know why I think so."
When he spoke, controlled emotion made his voice sound almost feeble.