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 "We are hardly—strangers," she replied coldly.

He was silent a moment. Then,

"Suppose we pass on to the second question," he suggested. "Where is she?"

"What time is it?"

"Ten minutes to nine," he answered, after looking at his watch.

"Then—I'd say—she was about at Washington."

"Washington! You mean that—she's gone?"

"Yes, she left this morning on the early train."

"For New York?"

"She told you that much, then?"

"Incidentally, yes."

"But not her name?"

"Surely, that's not strange," he smiled. "The meeting was rather—er—casual, you see."

"But you want to know it?"

"Please."

"Why?"

"Curiosity."

"Vulgar—and sometimes dangerous."

"But I'm not a cat; at least, I hope not."