“None of your business!” returned Barclay, indignantly. “What call have you to intrude where you’re not wanted?”
“I often do that,” said the policeman, grimly. “Mrs. Barclay, who is this man?”
“My husband, sir.”
“There, do you hear that?” demanded Barclay. “I have a right to be here.”
“What were you about to do to your wife? What made her cry out?” asked the policeman, sharply. “I ask you that question, Mrs. Barclay.”
“My husband was carrying off that dress to pawn it,” replied the wife. “It does not belong to me, and it would have got me into trouble.”
“What have you to say to that?” asked the officer, turning to Barclay.
“My wife would give me no money,” answered Barclay, sullenly, “and I threatened to pawn her dress.”
“She says it was not her dress.”
“I thought it was,” said Barclay.