"I found out to-day that some one had been inquiring at the stage-door about me, and whether I was connected in any way with a Mr.Arthur Morrison, the stockbroker." "Do you know who it was ?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"The man left no name at all.

I tried to get the doorkeeper to tell me about him, but he's such a surly old fellow, and he's so used to that sort of thing, that he pretended he didn't remember anything." "It seems odd," he remarked thoughtfully, "that any one should have found you out.

You were so seldom with Morrison.

I dare say," he added, "it was just some one to whom your brother owes some small sum of money." "Very likely," she answered.

"But I was going to tell you.