For the Defence

by Fergus Hume

"I have heard quite enough about it," said Mrs. Dallas, marching toward the door, "and I refuse to meet that monster of iniquity!"

But she was too late, for, before she could escape from the room, Dr. Etwald--as smiling and composed as ever--entered the door. He placed himself quietly before the enraged Mrs. Dallas.

"Do not go, madam," said he, quietly. "I have something to show you."

"What is it?" asked Mrs. Dallas, her curiosity--like that of the major--getting the better of her rage.

"You will see in a few minutes. Miss Dallas, you look pale. I hope soon to bring back the roses to your cheeks. Major--"

"Don't speak to me, you scoundrel, until you tell me what you have done with the body of my boy."

"You shall know in a few minutes, major. Indeed, I think it is about time that this comedy should end!"

"Comedy!" echoed Mrs. Dallas, in scorn. "You mean tragedy!"

"I mean no such thing," retorted Etwald, opening the door. "All true comedies end in the meeting of lovers."

"Good heavens!" cried Jen, recoiling. "What do you mean?"