Who?
CHAPTER II
MRS. PETER THOMPKINS
After a moments silence, during
which the girl seemed lost in
thought,
she turned to Crichton.
I believe I have heard of you,
she said slowly.
Indeed? he answered politely.
Yes; you are quite famous, you
know.
Famous I am afraid your
information is at fault. The only
kind of fame
I have ever achieved might be
described as notorious rather
than famous.
No, no; you are unjust to
yourself. I assure you the news
of your
arrival has caused quite a
sensation.
Crichton looked mystified.
I am at a loss to understand
what you mean, he said. I am
here on a
strictly private matter, and am
not aware of having done
anything to
attract public attention.
The girl hesitated a moment.
Oh, no doubt you are right. It is
perhaps a mistake of mine. But I
could have sworn I heard your
name mentioned. And then
there are so
many coincidences in life, are
there not?
Crichton smiled.
True, but I am curious to know
more of this mysterious fame of
mine.
You must forgive me, she
began, with an effort, if Iif I
find it
difficult to speak. The fact is,
my knowledge is limited, and I
may be
doing you a great injustice
No, no; go on, I beg of you. I am
very much interested.