"Alice Groener," she answered simply.
"And this man's name?"
"Adolf Groener."
"You are sure?"
"Of course, he is my cousin."
"How long have you known him?"
"Why I—I've always known him."
Quick as a flash the prisoner pulled off his wig and false beard.
"Am I your cousin now?" he asked.
"Oh!" cried the girl, staring in amazement.