"You are married," Thorold called out. "You needn't attempt to deny it here."
"I don't in the least: this lady has just done me the honor to become my wife."
"But you have another—you told me so yourself."
Roland, who had been really perplexed, could not now conceal a smile. He remembered that he had indeed told Thorold he was married, but he had done so merely as an easy way of diverting the suspicions which that gentleman displayed.
Justine, still looking at him, caught the smile.
"Why don't you speak?" she asked.
"What is there to say?" he answered. "It is false as an obituary."
"Then tell him so."
But for that there was no time. Mr. Dunellen, trained in procedure, had already questioned Thorold, and found that save Mistrial's word he had nothing to grapple on.
"Leave the house, sir," he shouted, and pointed to the door.