"They are disguised hands, except the letter," he said,
presently, "but there can be no question as to the authorship.
See how the irrepressible Greek e will break out, and see the
twirl of the final s. They are undoubtedly by the same person.
I should not like to suggest false hopes, Miss Morstan, but is
there any resemblance between this hand and that of your father?"

"Nothing could be more unlike."

"I expected to hear you say so. We shall look out for you, then,
at six. Pray allow me to keep the papers. I may look into the
matter before then. It is only half-past three. Au revoir,
then."

"Au revoir," said our visitor, and, with a bright, kindly glance
from one to the other of us, she replaced her pearl-box in her
bosom and hurried away. Standing at the window, I watched her
walking briskly down the street, until the gray turban and white
feather were but a speck in the sombre crowd.

"What a very attractive woman!" I exclaimed, turning to my
companion.

He had lit his pipe again, and was leaning back with drooping
eyelids. "Is she?" he said, languidly. "I did not observe."

"You really are an automaton,--a calculating-machine!" I cried.
"There is something positively inhuman in you at times."

He smiled gently. "It is of the first importance," he said, "not