Conscious of my innocence my courage rose and rising I said, “My advice is that you at once report the matter to the police.”
“And my advice is,” said the lady also rising, “that you Henry Detmold, are a great goose.”
I stared in amazement. What could it all mean.
“It may be so,” I answered stiffly.
“You came here to meet George Vail?”
“I most certainly did.”
“And you don’t know him when you see him?”
Was my brain failing? I advanced to my persecutor and instantly it flashed upon me. I threw my arms around the girl and carried her up to the light, there was no mistake, it was George Vail, he struggled to get free but I held him fast.
“You humbug,” I cried, “Even now when I know, you, you look pretty enough to kiss.”
“Do you think so?”