“Thought that would fetch her down,” commented Ri.
“Lead her back to ze train and make her go to London!” pleaded the Baron earnestly.
“You stick to it, you don't know her?” asked Mr. Maddison shrewdly.
“No, no, I do not!”
“Is her name Lady Grillyer?”
“Not more zan it is mine!”
“Rudolph!” gasped the Countess inarticulately. “He is—he WAS my son!”
“Stoff and nonsense!” roared the Baron. “Remove her!—I am tired.”
“Well,” said Mr. Maddison, “I guess I don't much believe either of you; but whether you know each other or not, you make such a remarkably fine couple that I reckon you'd better get acquainted now. Come, Ri.”
And before either Countess or Baron could interpose, their captors had slipped out, the key was turned, and they were left to the dual enjoyment of the antique apartment.