“At what theater, madam?”
“At no theater. You are to personate my son. You are to call me mother, and your name will be Edwin Harcourt.”
“But, madam, will any harm come of it?”
“None whatever. You will be aiding the cause of justice.”
“Then I am willing.”
“I have taken the adjoining bedroom for you: go in and put on the suit of clothes you will find on the bed. Brush your hair carefully, and try to do me credit.”
Ben smiled.
“I will try to do so,” he said.
“Of course I shall see that you are well paid.”
“I have no doubt on that point. But——”