"Who is he really?" shrieked Bob.
"It's signed Penelope's husband, I mean," said Titania, "and he seems very unhappy."
The telegram read:
"Am in great distress. Penelope is furious because told you confidence that was married to her. She has heard this, and has learnt that others, lying scoundrels, said they were, too. She says their noble conduct saved her, and will not speak at present, though holding out hopes of reconciliation later to her and infant, which is doing well, if I say nothing and do not fight with others, but do my duty, which I find hard under peculiar circumstances. Hence am precluded from confirming what I told you, and can only communicate anonymously, as Penelope threatens to have divorce or equivalent, being headstrong, as you are aware, and I am in distress about it. Wire reply.
"PENELOPE'S HUSBAND."
"He's mad," said Titania. "How can I wire reply to a man I know nothing of?"
She turned to Plant.
"You told me in confidence, Mr. Plant. Did you send this?"
Plant turned all the colours of the rainbow.
"Yes," he said, desperately, and he bolted from the room and the house and disappeared, while Bob gasped, and Titania nodded her head in a most awe-inspiring manner.