“But there are other evidences of your insanity.”
“Oh, there are?”
“Yes.”
As the disguised unknown did not speak, Merry went on:
“The strongest evidence of your unbalanced state of mind is the ill-chosen attire you are wearing.”
“What do you mean?”
“Why are you not dressed in the garments of your sex?”
“Sir?”
“You are not a woman,” declared Frank, coolly; “but a man in the garments of a woman. Your disguise is altogether too thin. It would not deceive anybody who looked you over closely. You are——”
Frank got no further. With a cry of anger, the disguised unknown sprang at him, grappled with him, panted in his ear: