"John Marvel! Why, yes. I went to college with him. I knew him well."
"You knew a good man then."
"He is that," said the other promptly. "If there were more like him I'd be out of a job."
"You know Miss Leigh, too?"
"What Miss Leigh?" My heart warmed at the name and I forgot all about Marvel. How did he know that I knew her?
"'The Angel of the Lost Children.'"
"'The Angel—'? Miss Eleanor Leigh?" Then as he nodded—"Slightly." My heart was now quite warm. "Who called her so?"
"She said she knew you. I look after some of her friends for her."
"Who called her the 'Angel of the Lost Children'?"
"A friend of mine—Leo Wolffert, who works in the slums—a writer. She's always finding and helping some one who is lost, body or soul."