Dear Mr. Rattar never relaxed a muscle.
"Your guess seems very probable," he admitted.
"But tell me definitely."
"Why?" he enquired coldly.
"Oh, have you no curiosity yourself—especially about who your parents were; supposing you didn't know?"
"Then it's only out of curiosity that you enquired?"
"Only!" she repeated with a world of woman's scorn. "But what sort of motives did you expect? I have walked in the whole way this morning just to end the suspense of wondering! Of course, I'll never tell a soul you told me."
She threw on him a moving smile.
"You needn't actually tell me outright. Just use some legal word—'Alibi' if I am right and 'forgery' if I'm wrong!"
Silent Simon's sudden glance chilled her smile. She evidently felt she had been taking the law in vain.
"I only meant" she began anxiously.
"I must consult Sir Reginald," he interrupted brusquely.
She made no further effort. That glance seemed to have subdued her spirit.
"I am sorry I have bothered you," she said as she went.
As the door closed behind her, Mr. Rattar took out his handkerchief and wiped his brow and his neck. And then he fell to work again upon the
