“Greer?” echoed the girl, staring at me strangely.
“Yes, why?”
But she hesitated, as though disinclined to tell me something which was upon her mind.
“You know the Professor, eh, Harry?”
“I’ve met him once,” I replied, which was perfectly true.
“And only once?” she asked.
“Only once,” was my quick response.
“That’s curious.”
“Why?”
“Well—well, I suppose I ought not to tell you, for, of course, Harry—it’s no business of mine,” remarked the girl, “but as Mabel is now missing, no fact should be concealed, and I think you really ought to know that—”