"Gentlemen, you really seem to be taking this matter seriously! Why, you two officers in uniform saw me only last night here with my two sisters, and any one in the neighborhood can tell you my sister Matilda has been housekeeper in this house for twenty years." That tone was most plausible. The two uniformed policemen looked at their superior dubiously. "Never you mind what they seen last night," the lieutenant commented dryly. "And never you mind about Matilda." "But you are forgetting that I am Matilda's brother," said Mr. Pyecroft. "Matilda, I am your brother, am I not?" "Y--yes," testified Matilda, who by the corpulent pressure of four crowded officers was almost being bisected against the edge of the stationary wash-bowl. "And you, Angelica; I'm your brother, am I not?" "Yes," breathed Mrs. De Peyster from beneath the bedclothes. Mr. Pyecroft turned in polite triumph to the lieutenant. "There, now, you see." "But, I don't see," returned that officer. "I know you're Thomas Preston. Jim, just slip the nippers on him. And there's something queer about these women. Just slip the bracelets on Matilda, too, and carry downstairs the party in bed. We'll call the police ambulance for her, and take the whole bunch over to the station." The party in bed suddenly stiffened as if from a stroke of some kind, and Matilda fairly wilted away. Mr. Pyecroft alone did not change by so much as a hair. "One moment, gentlemen," he interposed in his even voice, "before you go to regrettable extremes. I believe that an even better witness to my identity can easily be secured." "And who's that, Tommie?" "I refer to Judge Harvey." "Judge Harvey!" The lieutenant was startled out of his ironic exultation. "You mean the guy that was stung by them forged letters--the complainant who's making it so damned hot for Preston?" "The same," said Mr. Pyecroft. "Judge Harvey is at this moment in this house." "In this house!" "I believe he is downstairs some place going over some bills Mrs. De Peyster asked him to examine. Matilda, you doubtless know in what room the Judge is working. Will you kindly knock at his door and ask him to step up here for a moment?" The lieutenant frowned doubtfully at Mr. Pyecroft, hesitated, then nodded to Matilda. The latter, relieved of the pressure of much policial avoirdupois, slipped from the room. The lieutenant turned and silently held a penetrating gaze upon the empty clothes-hooks. Mr. Pyecroft continued to look imperturbably and pleasantly upon the four officers. And under the bedclothes Mrs. De Peyster saw wild visions of Mr. Pyecroft being the next moment exposed, and herself dragged forth to shame. Thus for a minute or two. Then Judge Harvey appeared in the doorway. "Lieutenant Sullivan! See here, what's the meaning of this?" he demanded sternly. "'Evening, Judge Harvey," began the lieutenant, for the first time since his entrance removing his derby. "It's like this--"