I remember that particularly well.' 'Oh, you do, do you ?' 'Yes.

The identity of the handwriting and the similarity of the wording make it look as if the article and the letter had been written by the same person.' 'Well, suppose they were--I don't see anything funny about that.' Thereupon Mr.Van Torp turned at last from the contemplation of the waistcoat and looked out of the bay-window at the distant trees, as if he were excessively weary of Logotheti's talk.
'It occurred to me,' said the latter, 'that you might like to stop any further allusions to Miss Donne, and that if you happened to recognize the handwriting you might be able to do so effectually.' 'There's nothing against Madame Cordova in the article,' answered Mr.
Van Torp, and his aggressive blue eyes turned sharply to his visitor's almond-shaped brown ones.

'You can't say there's a word against her.' 'There may be in the next one,' suggested Logotheti, meeting the look without emotion.

'When people send anonymous letters about broadcast to injure men like you and me, they are not likely to stick at such a matter as a woman's reputation.' 'Well--maybe not.' Mr.Van Torp turned his sharp eyes elsewhere.

'You seem to take quite an interest in Madame Cordova, Mr.Logotheti,' he observed, in an indifferent tone.
'I knew her before she went on the stage, and I think I may call myself a friend of hers.