could be.

"Well, we saw her, anyway!" said Whitney, "and she's marvellous!
She wears a blue tam-o' shanter and has an ankle like a fairy
tale. We saw her walk down the street."

"That's nothing," I retorted, "I saw her hours ago. She was on
the train with us from Birmingham this morning."

This started a furious wrangle. They said I hadn't played fair,
as the contest didn't begin until two o'clock. My point was that
I had not transgressed the rules as I had done nothing to profit
by my accident in seeing her first.

"I couldn't help seeing her, could I?" I asked. "You could have,
too, if you hadn't been all frowsting over _Tit-Bits_ in the
train. And after all, I didn't _know_ it was Kathleen. I only
suspected it."

I changed the conversation by asking where the Goblin was.

No one had noticed before that he hadn't turned up. This was a
bit disconcerting. I secretly thought him the most dangerous
competitor. He has a quiet, impish twinkle in his eye, and an
unobtrusive way of getting what he wants. However, the others
scoffed at my fears.

Although they all talked a great deal about the amusing time they
had had, I could not gather that they had really accomplished
much. Forbes claimed to have seen Fred, and said he looked like a