CHAPTER II
"MRS. PETER THOMPKINS"

After a moment's silence, during which the girl seemed lost in thought,
she turned to Crichton.

"I believe I have heard of you," she said slowly.

"Indeed?" he answered politely.

"Yes; you are quite famous, you know."

"Famous! I am afraid your information is at fault. The only kind of fame
I have ever achieved might be described as notorious rather than famous."

"No, no; you are unjust to yourself. I assure you the news of your
arrival has caused quite a sensation."

Crichton looked mystified.

"I am at a loss to understand what you mean," he said. "I am here on a
strictly private matter, and am not aware of having done anything to
attract public attention."

The girl hesitated a moment.

"Oh, no doubt you are right. It is perhaps a mistake of mine. But I
could have sworn I heard your name mentioned. And then--there are so
many coincidences in life, are there not?"

Crichton smiled.

"True, but I am curious to know more of this mysterious fame of mine."

"You must forgive me," she began, with an effort, "if I--if I--find it
difficult to speak. The fact is, my knowledge is limited, and I may be
doing you a great injustice"

"No, no; go on, I beg of you. I am very much interested."

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