"Ah! you know her mother was a Corsican?"
"I believe I have heard it told in New York, and it is easy to realize the fact now. Pauline is a good hater—her father was Scotch I presume.
"What I want to point out is this—she has been investigating your record—the skeleton in your closet, or rather your family, is no secret with her."
"I understand that, sir. It is no accident, her presence in the same house my mother occupied."
"Well, as to that, you're not sure. That fellow who brought the news was paid to represent the head of the Valetta police, for they knew you had invoked official aid, and just as like as not he gave you an address that your mother never heard of."
"Well, here we are!" suddenly.
"Eh? This is the Strada Mezzodi?"
"Any objections to it?" laughing.
"Oh, no! one place is as good as another to me, in this Maltese city, where you seem to be climbing to paradise or descending into hades all the time. Only I'm glad I came."
"Why, professor?"