“Now look here, my dear girl.” It was a very colourless imitation of his best manner. “The whole thing can be explained. I lost my train....” She was opening a drawer in the writing table, slowly, deliberately, her eyes never leaving his face. When her hand came to view, it held a Browning. _Click!_ The jacket snapped back. It was loaded. “What are you doing, Diana?” he squeaked again. Her eyes were now murderous. “Will you be good enough not to call me Diana?” she asked icily. “So you’ve come, have you? And even I, who expect most things, didn’t expect you. But, my friend, you’ve come at an opportune hour!” “Look here, old girl--” he began. “You can omit the familiarities.” She waved him down to his chair. “Never imagine that you will deceive me--I know you!” “You know me?” he said hoarsely. He had come to a point where he wasn’t quite certain whether he knew himself. “I know you,” she repeated slowly. “You’re Double Dan!” He leapt to his feet, the pistol covering him. Waving wild hands, he strove to speak. “You’re Double Dan,” she said, and the fire in her eyes was now ominous. “I’ve heard about you. You’re the impersonator. You and your woman confederate lure innocent men from their homes, that you can rob them.” She looked round. “Where is the woman? Doesn’t she appear on the scene, or does her work finish when the luring is completed?” “Diana, I swear to you you’re mistaken. I’m Gordon, your cousin.” She smiled slowly. “You haven’t been as careful as usual, Dan. And the fact that I call you by your Christian name need not inspire you with a desire to get better acquainted. You haven’t studied him. My cousin, Gordon Selsbury, had little side-whiskers--didn’t you know that?” “I--I had an accident. In fact,” said Gordon, “I took them off ... to please you.” Her sneering smile chilled him through and through. “My cousin Gordon is not the kind of man who would have an accident with his whiskers,” she said with cold deliberation. “Where is your lady friend?” He tried to look away from the curtained recess, stared solemnly ahead of him, but involuntarily his eyes strayed to the garden door. And then Diana saw the slightest of movements. “Come out, please,” she said. There was no response. “Come out, or I’ll shoot!” The curtain grew agitated. Heloise, white of face, flew across the room, flinging herself upon Gordon’s heaving bosom. “Don’t let her shoot me! Don’t let her shoot me!” she shrieked. Diana looked and nodded. “So this man is your husband!” she said. Walking back to the door, she closed it. “Now listen to me, Double Dan and Mrs. Double Dan, or whatever your names may be. You are here to commit a felony, and I could, if I wished, send for the police and hand you over to justice. I’m not sure that I shan’t take that course. For the moment, however, your presence is providential.” And then, in scorn: