“They seem to have made up all right,” said he. “Where’s the other woman gotten to?”
“Why, there she is sitting by him,” said the detective.
“I’m talking about the girl R—— had out to supper.”
“So am I,” said the detective.
“You seem to be mixed up,” said the policeman. “Do you know that lady with R——?”
“That’s the woman he was out with.”
“That’s R——’s wife,” said the policeman. “I’ve known her for fifteen years.”
“Then, who—?” gasped the detective, “Lord A’mighty, then who’s under the table?”
Mr. Keeling began to kick at the door of the store. Mr. R—— came forward and opened it. The policeman and the detective entered. “Look under that table, quick,” yelled the detective.
The policeman raised the cover and dragged out a blade dress, a black veil and a woman’s wig of black hair.