The daughter of my sister Angelica here." "Is she your mother ?" demanded Mr.Mayfair of Mary.
"Yes, sir," breathed Mary from her corner.
"Madam, is she your daughter ?" Mrs.De Peyster did not reply.
"Pardon me, my sister is ill, and somewhat deaf," put in Mr.Pyecroft.
"Angelica, dear," he half shouted, "the gentleman wishes to know if this is your daughter." "Yes," from Mrs.De Peyster in smothered voice.
"Well, I know they're here," doggedly insisted Mr.Mayfair, "and I'm going to see them! I have witnesses who saw them enter." "Indeed!" Mr.Pyecroft looked surprised and puzzled.

"The witnesses can swear to seeing young Mr.De Peyster come in ?" "They can swear to seeing a young man and woman come in.

And I know they were Mr.De Peyster and his wife." "That's strange." Suddenly Mr.Pyecroft's face cleared.

"I think I begin to understand! It was at night, wasn't it, when the witnesses saw them come in ?" "At night, yes." "I'm sorry you have been caused all this trouble, Mr.Mayfair,"-- in a tone of very genuine regret.

"But there has been a blunder--a perfectly natural one, I now see.