"I have so few friends now, Ray, I fear we shall not have many to
entertain," Mona replied, a little sadly.
"I do not believe you know how many you really have, dear. You
disappeared from social life so suddenly, leaving everybody in the dark
regarding your whereabouts, that very few had an opportunity to prove
their friendship," Ray said, soothingly. "However," he added, his fine
lips curling a trifle, "we shall know how to treat those who have met and
ignored you. But have you heard anything from Mr. Corbin since I saw you
last?"
"No, and I fear that I shall not," Mona replied, with a sigh. "I do not
see any possible way by which he can prove my identity. As you know, I
have not a single item of reliable evidence in my possession, although
I firmly believe that such evidence exists, and is at this moment in Mrs.
Montague's keeping."
She then related how her suspicions had been freshly aroused by the
conversation of that morning, and Ray was considerably excited over the
matter.
"Why did you not tell me before that Louis Hamblin made himself obnoxious
to you at Hazeldean?" he questioned, flushing with indignation, for Mona
had also told him of her interview with the young man in the library, in
connection with the story of Mrs.
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