"Excuse me, Mr. Simpson," he remarked presently, "but your face seems elusively familiar to me. I seem to know it, yet I cannot place it. Haven't I met you somewhere?" "Perhaps you were a lay delegate to the recent Episcopal Convention in New York?" politely suggested Mr. Pyecroft. "No. I did not even attend any of the sessions." "Then, of course, it could not have been there that you saw me," said Mr. Pyecroft. "Perhaps it will come to me," said Judge Harvey. "Perhaps," said Mr. Pyecroft. Mrs. De Peyster, for all her personal apprehension, could but marvel at this young man of the sea who had fastened himself upon her back. Most amazing of all, he seemed to like the taste of his danger. "Judge Harvey, Mr. De Peyster was remarking when you came in," Mr. Pyecroft continued without permitting a lull, "that he wished his presence in this house to remain unknown. Also I had just told him and his young wife that my earlier years were given over to a life for which I have been trying to atone by good works. Now I have a very humiliating further confession to make to you all. Recently there has been--may I call it a recrudescence?--an uncontrollable recrudescence of my former regrettable self. For a disastrous moment the Mr. Hyde element in me, which I thought I had stifled and cast out, arose and possessed me. In brief, I have been guilty of an error which the police consider serious; in fact, the police are this moment searching for me. So you see, I am in the same situation as Mr. De Peyster: I prefer my whereabouts to remain unknown. Since we are in each other's hands, and it is in our power each to betray the other, shall we not all, as a _quid pro quo_, agree to preserve Mr. De Peyster's and my presence in this house a secret? For my part, I promise." "I'm willing," said Jack. "And I," said Mary. "Anyhow, I never get a chance to tell, for I haven't been out of this house once." "And you, Judge Harvey? You will--ah--protect me?" Judge Harvey bit the end of his mustache. "I don't like this bargaining over a matter of justice. But--for Jack's sake, yes." "Thank you, Judge Harvey," Mr. Pyecroft said in a soft, grateful voice, and with a slight, dignified bow. Mrs. De Peyster drew a deep breath. He certainly was a cool one. "There's something that's just been occurring to me," spoke up Jack. "It's along of that infernal reporter Mayfair who's snooping around here. He's likely to get in here any time. If he were to find me here alone, there'd be nothing for him to write about. It's finding me here, married, that will give him one of his yellow stories, and that will put mother next. Matilda, since you already have so large a family visiting you, I suppose you wouldn't mind taking on one more and saying that Mary here was something or other of yours--say a niece?" "Oh, that would be delicious" laughed Mary. "Why, Mr. Jack,--I! I--" The flustered Matilda could get out no more.