Dowling, Spence & Company had been no chance one.
She remembered him, remembered him as the companion of Beatrice during that strange, brief meeting.

It was an incomprehensible world, this, into which he had wandered.

The woman's face had lost her languid, gracious expression.

There was something there almost akin to tragedy.
Her fingers fell upon his arm and her touch was no light one.

She was gripping him almost fiercely.
"Mr.Tavernake," she said, "I have a memory for faces which seldom fails me.