“Heaven give me patience!” ejaculated Penrose. “This black villain is lying in an infamous manner. He is himself a man of no means, and wants to get possession of my fortune.”
“Dr. Brown, is this true?” asked James Roque, turning to his subservient tool.
“No,” answered Brown, shaking his head.
“The man doesn’t know me,” said Mr. Penrose in a tone of contempt. “I never saw him before.”
“I used to go to school with him,” retorted Brown, unabashed.
“I see you are determined to lie it out.”
“I appeal to my distinguished brother, Dr. Jones.”
“You are quite right, Dr. Brown. We both know Mr. Penrose.”
“You will bear me out in my statement,” interposed Roque, “that he escaped from the asylum in Buffalo where I recently placed him?”
“Certainly.”