His voice was low and assuring.

"Tell me--why ?" He read her words as she wrote them, leaning half across the table in his eagerness.
"I am a stranger," she repeated.

"I want some one to help me.
Accidentally I learned who you were and made up my mind to see you at the hotel, but when I got there I was afraid to go in.

Then I saw you in the window.

After a little you came out and I saw you enter here.