Giles Ilingsworth stared hard at her; the next instant he announced:
"I don't know this lady, sir."
The Governor was startled afresh.
"You don't know her? Why, she's been pleading for you for days."
Ilingsworth smiled gratefully, murmuring:
"Some young newspaper woman, I suppose. I thank her for it."
The Governor shook his head.
"She's not a newspaper woman—I know that," he returned. "I mistook her for your daughter."
Giles Ilingsworth struggled wildly to his feet, and brushing his hair roughly from his forehead as he leaned over the Governor's desk and looked him full in the eye, he cried: