With a cry of anguish, Hatsu sprang forward. “Ito,” she cried. But Ito was deaf.
“Are you sure that you do not know this woman?” asked one of the officials. He had seen many shams, but this looked to him to be the real thing.
“My wife live with me on Fillmore street,” was the answer.
“Yes,” said a bystander, “I sabe her. Her number one pretty woman. Ito too much lucky.”
Ito left the room, but the officials were far from satisfied.
“I believe that he is this woman’s husband,” said one of the commissioners who was present.
“So do I,” was the interpreter’s response.
“Tell her that I am taking a special interest in her case. Ask her if she can prove that he is her husband.”
Taking from her finger a small circlet of gold, she said: “This ring was his great grandmother’s. There is none like it anywhere. When he sees it, watch his face. That in itself will be sufficient proof.”
The interpreter took the ring, and the next morning Ito received a warrant, ordering his appearance in court immediately.