"I still believe that I have seen the face, somewhere, before. But I
shall have to reflect a while--I meet so many folks, you know, in a
casual way--before I can commit myself to any statement."
In the leonine eyes looking into hers gleamed the light of admiration
and approval. The canny Scotsman admired this girl for her beauty, as
a matter of course, for her courage, because courage was a quality
standing high in his estimation, but, above all, for her admirable
discretion.
"Very proper, Miss Cumberly," he said; "very proper and wise on your
part. I don't wish to hurry you in any way, but"--he hesitated, glancing
at the man in plain clothes, who had now resumed a careful perusal of a
newspaper--"but her name doesn't happen to be Vernon--"
"Vernon!" cried the girl, her eyes lighting up at sound of the name.
"Mrs. Vernon! it is! it is! She was pointed out to me at the last Arts
Ball--where she appeared in a most monstrous Chinese costume--"
"Chinese?" inquired Dunbar, producing the bulky notebook.
"Yes. Oh! poor, poor soul!"
"You know nothing further about her, Miss Cumberly?"
"Nothing, Inspector. She was merely pointed out to me as one of the
strangest figures in the hall. Her husband, I understand, is an art
expert--"
"He WAS!" said Dunbar, closing the book sharply.
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