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THE girl, busied with the locking of the cases, did not notice that Stephen had remained behind until she turned and saw him loitering there. At the sight of him, she fell back a pace, her eyes hostile.
'I do hope you'll forgive me, too,' he said contritely. 'I knew that your brother was dead, of course, but I'd no idea that he was killed with the Foreign Legion—otherwise, I shouldn't have dreamed of questioning your father about that French képi!'
'Please don't say anything more about it,' she told him coldly and moved towards the entrance.
But he barred the way, propping himself against the door and regarding her in the gathering dusk. 'I've been thinking over our meeting this afternoon,' he said. 'What gave you the idea that my name was Berg?'
Her brown cheeks coloured. 'It was j
