“Do you recognize me?” he asked, turning to Mr. Cooper.
“I do,” said that gentleman, with a ferocious growl.
“I'd know you anywhere,” said Mrs. Cooper, with emphasis.
“And you?” said Mr. Simpson, turning to his wife.
“You're not my husband,” she said, obstinately.
“Are you sure?” inquired Mr. Cooper.
“Certain.”
“Very good, then,” said her brother. “If he's not your husband I'm going to knock his head off for telling them lies about me.”
He sprang forward and, catching Mr. Simpson by the collar, shook him violently until his head banged against the dresser. The next moment the hands of Mrs. Simpson were in the hair of Mr. Cooper.
“How dare you knock my husband about!” she screamed, as Mr. Cooper let go and caught her fingers. “You've hurt him.”