"A man," said her visitor slowly, "by the name of Smith."
Helen leaned back in her chair in mock exhaustion.
"That was certainly awfully difficult," she said, with a little laugh of triumph. "I thought you would never admit it."
"I suppose you'd have found it out sometime, anyway," Smith said philosophically.
"No, you're wrong," his companion denied, "for the very good and simple reason that I already knew it."
"You knew it! And yet you put me through this cross-examination?"
Helen nodded complacently.
"Uncle Silas told me this afternoon."
"But how did he know? No announcement has been made."
"Mr. Wintermuth wrote him."