When she saw the remotely speculative look in his eye, she suspected one, when he left his chair and paced the floor with that little air of restlessness, and ended with unconscious whistling which was scarcely louder than a breath, she felt that evidence enough had accumulated for her.
He stopped and turned round.
"My good Mary," he owned at once, "its extraordinariness consists in its baffling me by being so perfectly ordinary." "Well, at least that is not frequent.

What is its nature?
Is it awful?
Is it sad?
Is it eccentric?
Is it mad or sane, criminal or domestic ?" "It is nothing but suggestive, and that it suggests mystery to me makes me feel as if I myself, instead of a serious practitioner, am a professional detective." "Is it a case in which you might need help ?" "It is a case in which I am impelled to give help, if it proves that it is necessary.

She is such an exceedingly nice woman." "Good, bad, or indifferent ?" "Of a goodness, I should say--of a goodness which might prevent the brain acting in the manner in which a brutal world requires at present that the human brain should act in self-defence.

Of a goodness which may possibly have betrayed her into the most pathetic trouble." "Of the kind-- ?" was Mrs.Warren's suggestion.
"Of that kind," with a troubled look; "but she is a married woman." "She _says_ she is a married woman." "No.

She does not say so, but she looks it.