I have thought that Malcolm Dodd is not your real name?"

"Not my real name?" he repeated.

"And that you are here for some other purpose than--just to rest.
You know, you might be a detective."

He had looked at her searchingly. Then in a burst of confidence, he
had replied, "No, my name is not Dodd, as you guessed. But I am not
a detective, as you suspected at first. I have been watching you
because, ever since I heard your story here, I have been--well, not
suspicious, but--attracted. You seem to me to have faced a great
problem. I, too, have come to the parting of the ways. Shall I run
or shall I fight?"

He had handed her a card without hesitation. It bore the name,
"Murray Dodge, Treasurer, Globe Importing Company."

"What do you mean?" she had asked quickly, hardly expecting an
answer. "What have you done?"

"Oh, it is the usual trouble, I suppose," he had replied wearily,
much to her surprise. "I began as a boy in the company and
ultimately worked myself up as it grew, until I became treasurer. To
cut it short, I have used funds belonging to the company, lost them.
I don't need to tell you how a treasurer or a cashier can do that."

Constance was actually startled. Was he what he represented himself
to be? Or was he leading her on in this way to a confession of her
own part, which she had covered so well, in the forgeries of her