Elaine was overcome.
"Won't you step in?" he asked suavely. "Your friend here doesn't seem well."
They all entered.
"And you—you say—you married this—this woman to Taylor Dodge?" queried Elaine, tensely.
The bogus minister seemed to be very fatherly. "Yes," he assented, "I certainly did so."
"Have you the record?" asked Elaine, fighting to the last.
"Why, yes. I can show you the record."
He moved over to the closet. "Come over here," he asked.
He opened the door. Elaine screamed and drew back. There stood her arch enemy, the Clutching Hand himself.
As he stepped forth, she turned, wildly, to run—anywhere. But strong arms seized her and forced her into a chair.