"Oh, now see here--"
"You don't know me?" demanded Scyth with a hurt expression.
"Should I?"
Barbara was beginning to doubt this parley as a program of good sense.
As a stage personality, even though far from a universal popularity,
she knew very well that a completely dull heart frequently beat lustily
beneath an expensive exterior and that a clear, open, friendly face
often went with a mind fit only for the company of scorpions.
He saw her doubt and decided that he had played this guessing game
long enough. "Barbara Crandall, I know you don't recognize me in these
clothes and in this surrounding. Our last meeting was under a rather
strange circumstance. I am Scyth Radnor, the Marandanian."
"Scyth Radnor!" she exclaimed. "I--yes, it is. I'm sorry, Scyth. I did
not recognize you in human clothing."
"Please," he parried, "Don't say it that way. I am as human as you are."