"
"Mr.--" he again glanced at the card, "Mr. Gryce,--excuse me--I
believe I told you when you were here before that I had no
remembrance of this girl at all. That if such a person was in my house
I did not know it, and that all questions put to me on that subject
would be so much labor thrown away."
Mr. Gryce bowed. "I remember," said he. "I was not alluding to any
connection you may have had with the girl in this house, but to the
interview you were seen to have with her on the corner of Broome
Street some days ago. You had such an interview, did you not?"
A flush, deep as it was sudden, swept over Mr. Blake's usually unmoved
cheek. "You are transgressing sir," said he and stopped. Though a man
of intense personal pride, he had but little of that quality called
temper, or perhaps if he had, thought it unwise to display it on this
occasion. "I saw and spoke to a girl on the corner of that street
some days ago," he went on more mildly, "but that she was the one who
lived here, I neither knew at the time nor feel willing to believe now
without positive proof." Then in a deep ringing tone the stateliness
of which it would be impossible to describe, he inquired, "Have the
city authorities presumed to put a spy on my movements, that the fact
of my speaking to a poor forsaken creature on the corner of the
street should be not only noted but remembered?"
"Mr.
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