"Then can you tell me why you are here?"
"That's something that we are dying to find out," returned Janet. "We hoped you could tell us."
"Insane, evidently insane," said the throaty voice of the elderly man. "Van, you'd better call in an officer or a doctor or some one."
"Wait a minute," said the younger man. "They are apparently willing to answer questions and are very quiet. We'll risk it a little further."
"You probably know that you are in the house of Mr. and Mrs. Austin, don't you?" said the old gentleman.
"We don't know where we are," Edna told them.
"How did you get here?"
"In a carriage," Janet replied.
"Whose?" asked the young man.
"Miss Becky Burdett's."