The three men stood staring at each other in amazement.
“Mary Randall.” John Boland broke the silence with a sneer.
“Mary Randall,” repeated Harry quietly.
“Oh you Mary Randall!” put in Grogan with just a touch of admiration in his voice. “She’s the lady champion lightweight. Three knock-outs in three minutes. ’Tis a world’s record!” He turned to the elder Boland. “Does the punch she gave you hurt much?” he inquired.
Boland glared at Grogan. “Who the devil is Mary Randall?” he demanded.
“I’ve never met her,” replied Harry. “She’s a member of the wealthy Randall family. Her mother died when she was young and I understand she was brought up very quietly.”
“Do you know her, Miss Masters,” persisted Boland.
The girl was startled, “I—why—I?” she hesitated.
“Yes—yes,” said Harry, “do you know her?”
The girl still hesitated and Grogan broke in.