"Never mind trying to raise your hat," said Jane. "If you've lost the combination, we'll dispense with the formalities. What we're anxious to hear is what you're doing in the house at this time of night, and who your pals are. Come along, my lad, make a clean breast of it and perhaps you'll get off easier. Are you a gang?"
"Do I look like a gang?"
"If you ask me what you look like…."
"My name is Marlowe … Samuel Marlowe…."
"Alias what?"
"Alias nothing! I say my name is Samuel Marlowe…."
An explosive roar burst from Mr. Bennett. "The scoundrel! I know him! I forbade him the house, and…."
"And by what right did you forbid people my house, Mr. Bennett?" said
Mrs. Hignett with acerbity.
"I've rented the house, Mortimer and I rented it from your son…."
"Yes, yes, yes," said Jane Hubbard. "Never mind about that. So you know this fellow, do you?"