She looked at him once and then at the clerk as if to say, "Is this the man ?" Then Harold arose and said, "Well, Mary, here I am." For an instant she looked at him, and then a light leaped into her eyes.
"Why, Harold Excell!----" she stopped abruptly as he caught her outstretched hands, and she remembered the sinister association of the name.

"Why, why, I didn't know you.

Where do you come from ?" Her face was flushed, her eyes eager, searching, restless.

"Come in here," she said abruptly, and before he had time to reply, she led him to a little anteroom with a cushioned wall seat, and they took seats side by side.
"It is impossible!" she said, still staring at him, her bosom pulsating with her quickened breath.

"It is not you--it can't be you," she whispered, "Black Mose sitting here--with me--in Chicago.