"I suppose I am, but that doesn't make any difference. You know all about the great wrong that has been done, and&—"
"It is false! I know nothing!" she cried in anger.
"You know all, and we want you to tell as all you know before we leave this house."
Mrs. Agatha Mitts arose in a passion.
"I want you to get out of my house at once!" she ejaculated. "I won't stand your presence here another minute."
"Excuse me, madam; not so fast," said Mr. Harrison, calmly. "My young friend Strong is quite right in what he says."
"I don't care what you think about it," she snapped.
"Oh, yes, you do. Perhaps you don't know who I am," went on my Western friend, deliberately.
The sly insinuation had its effect. Evidently the woman had a swift vision of a detective in citizens' clothes before her mind's eye.
"You come in authority," she said faintly.