When he stopped Cartwright said: "Then you did not know her name ?" "I don't know it yet," said Lister, as coolly as he could, but got embarrassed when he saw Cartwright's smile.
"You don't imagine Shillito rejoined her afterwards ?" "No," said Lister firmly, "I think it's impossible.

The gravel train was going East, and when the police boarded the cars we had run some distance West." He stopped for a moment, because he saw he was very dull.

If his supposition were correct, there was something the others ought to know.

"Besides," he resumed, "I met her not long since at Montreal." "At Montreal!" Mrs.Cartwright exclaimed.
"At a shop where they sold _souvenirs_," Lister replied.

"I didn't expect to meet her; I went in to buy some enameled things.