"Come, this is no place for us," he hissed hotly, forgetting his part in his rage and alarm.
"Aye! he is an imposter as I am here to prove!"
A clear, ringing voice uttered the words, as a young man strode from a tree near, tossed his hat to the green-sward, and confronted the startled trio.
CHAPTER XXIX.
CORNERED AT LAST.
"My son, my son!"
The next instant the old lady was clasped to the breast of August
Bordine.
It was a dramatic scene.
But the drama was not yet complete.
Several men were striding through the garden, the two in advance wearing the uniform of the city police.