“I was never in an asylum!” said William Penrose.
“Really, gentlemen——” put in the landlord.
“My dear sir, I will see that your bill is paid,” said James Roque, “but I depend upon you not to interfere with me, now that I have succeeded in overtaking my unfortunate cousin.”
“Of course, if what you say is true——”
“Don’t these eminent physicians substantiate my statement?”
“To be sure,” said the landlord, who was greatly influenced by the assurance that his bill would be paid.
“I see you take a sensible view. William Penrose, you must go back with us.”
“Never!” exclaimed Penrose vehemently.
“You see his excitement. Can there be any clearer indication of insanity? Dr. Brown and Dr. Jones, give me your assistance, and we will secure my unfortunate cousin. Bring the cord from the carriage.”
Dr. Brown produced a stout cord which the party had brought with them, and the precious trio approached their unfortunate victim.