Justine Caron was slyly besieged by the curious, but they went away empty; for Justine, if very simple and single-minded, was yet too much concerned for both Galt Roscoe and Mrs.Falchion to give the inquiring the slightest clue.

She knew, indeed, little herself, whatever she may have guessed.

As for Hungerford, he was dumb.

He refused to consider the matter.

But he roundly maintained once or twice, without any apparent relevance, that a woman was like a repeating decimal--you could follow her, but you never could reach her.