"Had this Wilson eyes like mine?" asked Frankly eagerly.
"There ain't a scrap of difference, Mr. Wilson. Your eyes are the same now as they were then."
"One moment. Had this man you think me to be two teeth missing in his lower jaw—two front teeth?"
"He had. Not that his teeth were of the best."
Franklin drew down his lip.
"You will see that I have all my teeth."
"H'm!" Mrs. Benker sniffed. "False teeth can be bought."
"I fear you would find these teeth only too genuine," said the man quietly. "But I quite understand your mistake."
"My mistake?" Mrs. Benker shook her head vehemently. "I'm not the one to make mistakes."
"On this occasion you have done so; but the mistake is pardonable. Mrs.—Mrs.—what is your name?"