Ri laughed scornfully.
“Mean to say no such marriage took place?”
“It vas not me.”
“Who was it, then?”
“Anozzer man, perhaps.”
“Another Lord Tulliwuddle?” inquired the millionaire.
“Zey have made a mistake mit ze name. Yes, zat is how.”
“Can it be possible?” cried Eleanor eagerly, her grief for the moment forgotten.
“No,” said her father; “it is not possible. The announcement is confirmed by the paragraph. A mistake is inconceivable.”
The Baron thought he perceived a brilliant idea.