"I'm afraid you don't know me, after all!" he said pleasantly.

"I'm Harry Home, the Department Agent from the San Francisco office.

My note of advice, No.

201, with my name on the envelope, seems to have miscarried too." Even in her fright and astonishment it flashed upon Mrs.Baker that she had sent that notice, too, to Hickory Hill.

But with it all the feminine secretive instinct within her was now thoroughly aroused, and she kept silent.
"I ought to have explained," he went on smilingly; "but you are quite right, Mrs.Baker," he added, nodding towards the bag.