"Mrs. Harford and I," pursued the Doctor, his voice growing more incisive, his manner more stern, "both enjoyed ourselves in that club, and we are most curious to know why we were not included this year." The pair in the hammock stopped swinging so suddenly that their feet scraped the floor vigorously. Mrs. Fremont cleared her throat with evident nervousness. The others were still dumb--that is, all except Mr. Caswell. "Why, old man," he burst out, "I was told you did not want to"---- "Joseph!" interrupted Mrs. Caswell, turning herself so that her husband could see her more plainly in the white light from the arc lamp at the corner. There was the menace of a curtain lecture in her face. "We did want to join, Caswell," exclaimed Dr. Harford, quickly. "The plain fact is that we were not asked." "There must be some mistake," said Mr. Caswell. "I'm sure I, for one, have been sorry"---- "Joseph!" again exclaimed Mrs. Caswell. This time she was unmistakably severe. Caswell subsided. Dr. Harford addressed himself directly to Mrs. Caswell. "I intend to get to the bottom of this affair tonight," he said. "I have asked questions of several of you, and so has Effie, and the excuses given have been so various that they would be funny if I did not feel they are doing injury to me professionally, as well as socially. My purpose in having you all together here"---- A Garrison-avenue car crowded with Electric Park visitors rumbled noisily by and drowned some of the words of his sentence. "I want it sifted thoroughly now." Little Mrs. Fremont half rose from her chair, as she said weakly to her husband: "I don't feel well. I think I'd better be going." "Pardon me, Mrs. Fremont," said Dr. Harford, "I beg of you that you will remain." "Stick it out, Emily," remarked Mr. Fremont. "Harford has got us here to learn the truth." Nothing ever seemed to worry Fremont. "Now, Mrs. Caswell," continued Dr. Harford, still addressing that lady directly and drawing nearer to her by a foot or two, "I will begin with you. Last week when you were in my office I asked you to tell me just what stories were being circulated about me in West Arlington, and after some demur you told me. Do you mind repeating them?" Mrs. Caswell was scornful. "I have nothing to say," she exclaimed. "I think it better to hush the whole affair." "Then, my dear madam, I am forced to repeat to my guests what you told me. You said, you will recollect, that one resident had accused me of having cheated at cards, and that another party had called me a 'tooth butcher,' and had declared I could not fix the teeth of her little dog. Was not that it?" It was Mrs. Caswell's turn to rise. "This is a contemptible outrage," she cried. "I demand that it stop." "No more contemptible than the injury you have done us," spiritedly said Mrs. Harford, speaking for the first time. "Have I not quoted you right?" asked Dr. Harford of Mrs. Caswell.