“Them!” said Angela affrightedly, and sank into a chair.
“Who’s Willie Anderson, my boy?” asked the Duke kindly.
“He’s the Chief Constable—and you’ll soon find it out. If you did take the silver plate, you needn’t have knocked old Lady Culverstone down with the poker, you—you scoundrel, you!”
“I knock old Lady Culverstone down with the—— Oh, preposterous!” exclaimed the Duke. He turned to Angela.
“You don’t believe that of me?” he asked in a tender voice.
“It was supposed they wore the disguise of working-men,” she answered. “Willie did tell me that.”
“Willie?”
“I’m—I’m engaged to Captain Anderson, the Chief Constable,” Angela confessed, with a pretty blush.
“There you are!” said the Duke, fairly exasperated by this additional vexation. “That’s what always happens to me!”
Before he could say any more, Frank rushed in from the kitchen.