“I should think that Mrs. Temple might have recognized you,” I said, for want of a better opening.
“From the miniature?” she said.
I flushed furiously, and it seemed to burn me through the lining of my pocket.
“That was my salvation,” she said. “Mrs. Temple has never seen the miniature. I have heard how you rescued it, Mr. Ritchie,” she added, with a curious smile. “Monsieur Philippe de St. Gré told me.”
“Then he knew?” I stammered.
She laughed.
“I have told you that you are a very simple person,” she said. “Even you are not given to intrigues. I thank you for rescuing me.”
I flushed more hotly than before.
“I never expected to see you,” I said.
“It must have been a shock,” she said.