"Isn't that her room?"
"Yes, sir," replied Mrs. Parkes hesitatingly, "but——"
The lawyer advanced as if about to force his way in, but Harry Parkes sprang forward and barred the way. If ever there was an opportunity to display his devotion and heroism, it was surely now.
"This is an unwarrantable intrusion!" he cried indignantly. "If you don't desist I—I shall call an officer!"
Mr. Cooley shrugged his shoulders contemptuously.
"Please do," he chuckled, "and I'll have you arrested for obstructing a special appointee of the court in the performance of his duty." Staring at Harry, he went on: "Let me see—you're the young chap who entertains the absurd notion of marrying Miss Marsh. You're Henry Parkes, are you not?"
Harry looked uncomfortable.
"Yes, sir."
"Well, let me inform you, Mr. Parkes," said the lawyer grimly, "that any marriage ceremony with Miss Marsh, without the consent of her uncle, will not only be illegal, but it will also render you liable to imprisonment for contempt of court."
"What!" cried Harry frightened. "Imprisonment!"