"I see that your memory is very good.
There, then, Mr.Laverick, you have the secret of my desire to meet you." Laverick drank his wine slowly.

The woman knew! Impossible! Her eyes were watching his face, but he held himself bravely.

What could she know?
How could she guess?
"Frankly," he said, "I do not understand.

Your interest in me arises from the fact that my offices are near the scene of that murder.

Well, to begin with, what concern have you in that ?" "The murdered man," she declared thoughtfully, "was an acquaintance of mine." "An acquaintance of yours!" Laverick exclaimed.