Both looked up.

Halfway to the door stood Mr.Pyecroft; and beside him was Miss Gardner, gazing at him, tremulously bewildered.
"Pardon me," said he, in his grave manner; nothing was ever seen less suggestive of having ever smiled than his face--"pardon me, Judge Harvey, but I believe you failed to mention at what time your office opens." "What time my office opens ?" Judge Harvey repeated blankly.

"Why ?" "Naturally," said Mr.Pyecroft, "I wish to know at what hour I am supposed to report for work." "Well--Well--" But for a moment Judge Harvey could get out no more.

He just stared.
Then in a voice of dryest sarcasm: "Would you consider it impudent on my part--I wouldn't be impudent for the world, you know--to inquire what might be your real name?
I have heard you variously called Mr.
Simpson, Mr.Preston, Mr.Pyecroft.Perhaps you have a few other _aliases_." "I have had--yes.

My real name is Eliot Endicott Bradford.