"What's up now?" he asked.
A good deal seemed to be up, at any rate with Mr. Haines. That gentleman was standing on the other side of the table staring at something which he was holding in his hand, giving vent to a variety of observations which were scarcely parliamentary.
"It's Loo! Blamed if it ain't! It's my girl! It's Loo!"
Throwing down what he was holding, he rushed at the detective like some wild animal.
"Damn you!" he yelled. "It's Loo!"
CHAPTER XXXV.
[THE WOMAN OF THE PORTRAIT.]
The detective easily avoided the man's blind rush, the result of which was that Mr. Haines all but cannoned into Mr. Holman's niece.
Miss Hetty Johnson, however--the young lady's name was Johnson--seemed in no way disconcerted.
"That's right. Knock me down and trample on me. I don't mind. I've done nothing to nobody. But it's all the same as if I had."