Chapter 4
DAN’S WARD.Mr. Max Lyster was not given to the study of deep problems; his
habits of thought did not run in that groove. But he did watch the
young stranger with unusual interest. Her face puzzled him as much
as her presence there.
“I feel as though I had seen you before,” he said at last, and
her face grew a shade paler. She did not look up, and when she
spoke, it was very curtly:
“Where?”
“Oh, I don’t know—in fact, I believe it is a resemblance to some
one I know that makes me feel that way.”
“I look like some one you know?”
“Well, yes, you do—a little—a lady who is a little older than
you—a little more of a brunette than you; yet there is a
likeness.”
“Where does she live—and what is her name?” she asked, with
scant ceremony.
“I don’t suppose her name would te
