"Well, Maggie," he finally commented, "you certainly look the part you
picked out for yourself, and you seem to be putting it over. Always
had an idea you could handle something big if you went after it. How
d'you like the life, being a swell lady crook?"
She had hardly heard his banter. She needed to ask him no questions
about his presence here; his ease of bearing had conveyed to her
unconsciously from the first instant that her previous half-
contemptuous estimate of him had been altogether wrong and that he was
now in his natural element. Her first question went straight to the
cause of her amazement.
"Didn't you recognize me when you first saw me with Miss Sherwood?"
"Yes."
"Weren't you surprised?"
"Nope," he answered with deliberate monosyllabicness.
"Why not?"
"I'd been wised up that I'd be likely to meet you--and here."
"Here! By whom?"
"By advice of counsel I must decline to answer."
"Why didn't you tell Miss Sherwood who I am and show me up?"
"Because I'd been requested not to tell."
"Requested by whom?"
"Maggie," he drawled, "you seem to be making a go of this lady crook
business--but I think you might have been even more of a shining light
as a criminal cross-examiner. However, I refuse to be cross-examined
further.
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