"Who is it ?" Ellery emerged from the shadow.
"Don't be frightened, Miss Van Horne," he said.

"It is--er--I." This statement was neither brilliant nor original; even as an identification it lacked considerable.
"I ?" repeated the girl.

"Who?
Oh! Why--" The minister came forward.
"Good afternoon, Miss Van Horne," he stammered.

"I'm afraid I frightened you." She was looking at him with a queer expression, almost as if she scarcely believed him real.
"I hope--" he began again.

She interrupted him.
"No," she said confusedly, "you didn't frighten me.