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WHICH THE MYSTERY INCREASESNeither of us spoke. Equally surprised at the unexpected
encounter, we stood facing each other dumbfounded.
Hornby started quickly as soon as his eyes fell upon me, and his
face became blanched to the lips, while Muriel Leithcourt, quick to
notice the sudden change in him, rose and introduced us in as calm
a voice as she could command.
"I don't think you are acquainted," she said to me with a smile.
"This is Mr. Martin Woodroffe—Mr. Gordon Gregg."
I bowed to him in sudden resolve to remain silent in pretense
that I doubted whether the man before me was actually my host of
the Lola. I intended to act as though I was not
sufficiently convinced to openly express my doubt. Therefore we
bowed, exchanging greetings as strangers, while, careful
