"Ever hear the voice?"

"No."

"What do you think of her?"

"Good to look at, truthful, sincere."

"And her story?"

"Simple statement of fact, I take it."

"Hum!" said Ranleigh.

"Which means?" Harleston asked.

"Nothing at present; may be nothing at any time. I never believe a story
till its truth is established--and then I'm still in a receptive state
of mind. However, it does seem true, and Mrs. Winton herself supports
it; which is enough for the time."

"At any rate, we've found the lady of the cab," Harleston remarked. "Or
rather we've located her as of one o'clock, which is shortly before I
happened on the scene."

"Is there anything in the description that corresponds to the lady of
the photograph?"

"It all corresponds; slight, above medium-height, dark gown--she affects
dark gowns;--but thousands of women are slight, above medium-height, and