"Madam, _this_ is the time.

You are here with a man who is not your husband, yet who purports to be such." "It may throw some light on the matter if I announce that the gentleman in question is _my_ affianced husband." It was Miss Fowler who spoke.
Every one stared at her as she moved over to Brock's side.
"If you will look in the office, you will find a telegram there for me," went on Mrs.Medcroft, pale but absolutely confident.

The manager called out through the door.

Absolute silence reigned while the reply was awaited.
"No telegram for Mrs.Medcroft last night or to-day," announced the manager sternly, as he glanced through the slim bunch of blue envelopes.
"There are four here for a Mr.Brock, who has not yet arrived in--" "Brock!" shouted three voices in one.
A tall man, forgetting his English and his eyeglass, sprang forward and grabbed the telegrams from the manager's hand.

"Holy mackerel! Give 'em here!" he shouted.