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It was in London the following spring that Marjorie Frenton next saw John Morrison. She had not been present at the interview with her father -- was in ignorance that it had ever taken place until the next day. And on that next day John Morrison had disappeared, leaving no trace. For a while she had waited, wondering whether he would write -- but no word came. After all, why should he? There was nothing to write about. It was merely curiosity on her part -- nothing more, of course. A workman in evening clothes. Enough to make anybody curious.
And now there he was -- three tables away, dining with a very pretty woman. He hadn't seen her yet. Probably wouldn't remember her when he did. After all, why should he? . And at that moment their eyes met.