Frank looked at her keenly.
"Why, yes, that's Sergeant Smith's daughter," he said, and he smiled. "Where on earth have you been?"
"Don't touch me!" she breathed, and put her hands before her, warding him off.
He looked at her in astonishment, and from her to Mann. Then he looked back at the girl, his brow wrinkled in perplexity.
"This girl," said Mr. Mann, "thinks she is your wife."
"My wife?" said Frank, and looked again at her.
"Is this a bad joke or something—do you say that I am your husband?" he asked.
She did not speak, but nodded slowly.
He sat down in a chair and whistled.