"If this girl is Tollemache's good angel, there is undoubtedly hope for him," I murmured.
"I COULD NOT HELP STARTING WHEN I SAW HER FACE."
Meanwhile, the astonished look on her face gave way to speech.
"How can you possibly know me?" she said. "I have never seen you until this moment."
"I am Tollemache's doctor, and once he told me about you," I said. "On that occasion, too, he showed me your photograph."
Miss Sinclair rose in excitement from her seat. She had all the indescribable grace of a well-bred American girl.
"The fact of your knowing something about me makes matters much easier," she said. "May I tell you my story in a very few words?"
"Certainly."