"Oh, quite a lot if it wasn't for these confounded death duties. Five million pounds. You see——"
"Jack, Jack!" cried the girl. "Don't you understand? I am Mary Huggins."
He looked at her in amazement.
"You said your name was Marie Huguenot," he said slowly.
"My stage name, dear. Naturally I couldn't—I mean, one must—you know how particular managers are. When father died and I had to go on the stage for a living——"
"Marie, my darling!"
Mary rose and picked up her bicycle. The air had gone out of the back wheel again, and there were four spokes broken, but she did not heed it.
"You must write to your lawyer to-night," she said. "Won't he be surprised?"
But, being a great reader of the magazines, he wasn't.