Catching her mollified glance, he went on more soberly.
"And how did you get in, now? No doors, I'll bet."
"Under the kitchen porch, through the little cellar window and up the back stairs," she explained.
"You mean to say you were out in that little back hall and I never heard you?"
She nodded. "I took pains to be still," she added, "so as to surprise the—so if there had been—"
"I understand," he said gravely, "so as to get them if they had been there. Well, you'd have done it. You're all right. Now, I suppose you're wondering what all this means, aren't you? You haven't got any idea who I am, have you? You don't know one single thing about me, and you may be thinking—"
"I know one thing about you," she interrupted, "I know you went to Yale."
The man's jaw dropped, his hands gripped the arm of the chair.
