She was thinking her way through this problem--how best to make use of this unexpected tool.

Their eyes met and she smiled faintly.

She judged rightly that Wrayson, at any rate, was not deceived.
"I cannot give you any definite information," she said at last, "but--" She hesitated, and the young man's eagerness escaped all bounds.
"But what ?" he cried, leaning breathlessly towards her.

"You know something! What is it?
Go on! Go on!" "I think that if I can remember it," she continued, "I can tell you the name of the solicitor whom he employed." The young man dashed his fist upon the table.

He was pale almost to the lips.
"By God! you must remember it," he cried.