He reminded the superintendent of the late Mr.Wagner's peculiar opinions on the treatment of the insane, and of the interest which he had taken in this particular case.

To which my aunt added: "And Mr.Wagner's widow feels the same interest, and inherits her late husband's opinions." Hearing this, the superintendent bowed with his best grace, and resigned himself to circumstances.

"Pardon me if I keep you waiting for a minute or two," he said, and rang a bell.
A man-servant appeared at the door.
"Are Yarcombe and Foss on duty on the south side ?" the superintendent asked.
"Yes, sir." "Send one of them here directly." We waited a few minutes--and then a gruff voice became audible on the outer side of the door.

"Present, sir," growled the gruff voice.
The superintendent courteously offered his arm to my aunt.

"Permit me to escort you to Jack Straw," he said, with a touch of playful irony in his tone.
We left the room.