“Ah!” I cried. “Then you recollect me, I see! You know my name?”
“Yes. It was upon your card,” was his quiet reply. “But, forgive me, I do not recollect ever having met you before!”
I held my breath. I tried to speak, but for the moment words failed me, so angry was I at his cleverly pretended ignorance and flat denial.
CHAPTER THE FOURTH
FACING THE MUSIC
“Do you seriously mean to say that you have no knowledge of me?” I demanded angrily, looking the millionaire straight in the face.
“Yes, sir,” he replied. “I seriously mean what I say. But, tell me,” he demanded resentfully, “why are you here to claim acquaintance with me?”
“Do you really deny you have ever seen me before?” I asked, astounded at his barefaced pretence of ignorance.