In the total stoppage of his thoughts no way of escape or evasion suggested itself.

At the outset he was to be exposed as a miserable impostor.
He groaned, grinned vacuously at Mary, and again produced the handkerchief, wiping away drops of perspiration that were twice as big as those he had previously mopped off.
Mary continued to stare at him, repeating the question: "How did you get it ?" Sanderson's composure began to return; his grin grew wider and more intelligent, and at the sixth repetition of Mary's question he answered, boldly: "I wasn't goin' to tell you about that.

You see, ma'am----" "Mary!" "You see, Mary, I was goin' to fool Brans--dad.

I wrote, askin' him for the job, an' I was intendin' to come on, to surprise him.

But before I told him who I was, I was goin' to feel him out, an' find out what he thought of me.