I will take down a few particulars.

First your name ?" "M--m," mused the Stranger.

"Let me see, you didn't like Hazeline Snow much, did you?
What d'you think of Thelma ...

Thelma Bennett Watkins ?...
You know, the Rutlandshire Watkinses, the younger branch----" Miss Ford balanced her pen helplessly.

"But that isn't your real name." "How d'you mean--real name ?" asked the Stranger anxiously.