"And his name?"
"A very romantic one: Neil J. Bathurst."
"Why!" stepping suddenly to the window. "Aunt Honor!"
"Well," replies Mrs. Aliston, from behind her newspaper.
"What is the name of your wonderful detective, who brought those two murderers from Europe, and had them properly hung?"
"Mr. Neil Bathurst. Why, my dear?"
"Oh, nothing special, auntie;" then returning to the window, "Auntie never loses trace of a crime or a trial in high life. I have heard her talk of this man's splendid exploits, by the hour. She is a walking catalogue in all aristocratic sensations. So this is your great man? Well, if he is in the city, we must have him. Mr. Lamotte shall bring his man, or send him; there should be work for two. As for me, I intend to secure the services of Mr. Neil J. Bathurst."
"He may not be within reach; he is constantly moving, and always busy."
"No matter. I tell you I want to see this man."
"That being the case, I may as well present myself."