"Say, do you know who she is?" asked the little man, curiously.
"I do."
"Well, she has got to go back to the asylum, and that is all there is to it."
"Asylum?" gasped Nick Smithers.
"That is what I said."
"I'll not go back!" screamed the young lady. "Lancelot, protect me!" and she clutched the swindler around the neck.
"Do you mean to tell me she belongs in an asylum?" came faintly from Nick Smithers.
"She does. She escaped from the lunatic asylum at Sarville yesterday."
"Wha—what is her name?"
"Mary Jacobotson. Her mind was turned years ago by reading romantic novels, and she imagines she has an uncle who is keeping her money away from her."