Mrs. Pallinder all at once broke into sharp crying. "I can't stand it, I can't stand it any longer!" she screamed out, and beat her hands together. "I can't stand this life, I tell you, I can't stand it!" "All right, honey, you shan't have to," said the colonel, trying to soothe her. "I'll take care you shan't." She pulled away from him furiously. "Oh, _you_!" she said with fierce scorn. "Oh, _you_!" And then in some strange and violent revulsion: "No, no, I didn't mean that, Willie, I didn't mean that, my dear!" and began to cry wildly in his arms. It was horrible. I relate these circumstances as faithfully as I remember them; but it is difficult to give any idea of the mirthless farce, the grotesque tragedy of that night. It was at this moment, I believe, as we were all standing in a miserable embarrassment, and irresolution and (speaking for the girls, at least) something not unlike fright, that one of the strange men whom we had heard, came up the steps. He paused as his head rose above the landing, and he caught sight of us. Well he might! We must have been a fearsome picture. "Sorry to intrude, ladies and gents," said he, hastily dropping back a little, and removing his hat. "But I gotta hump----" J. B. came to the head of the flight, and, as it were, took command of the situation. He was no great figure of a hero with his suspenders slapping at his heels; but for all that he looked a manly and masterful young fellow, and I think we were all both grateful and relieved at his assumption of responsibility. No one else seemed equal to the needs of the hour. "Look here," said J. B. quite pleasantly and firmly. "You can't come up here. These ladies must not be disturbed any more, do you understand? Now who are you and what do you want?" "That's business," said the other frankly. "I'm a detective. My name's Grimm. I've got another plain-clothes man from your police headquarters downstairs, if you don't believe me, ask him----" "Mr. Taylor--isn't that Mr. Taylor?" said someone from below. "Don't you remember me--Judd--don't you remember me at the bank?" "That's all right," said J. B. "I remember you. Go ahead, Mr. Grimm, what do you want?" "Well, say," said another voice a little farther down, "young fellow, if you're bossing this, my name's Hopple, and I----" "One at a time," said J. B. forcibly. "Go on, Mr. Grimm." "Right you are, sir," said Grimm fervently. "I thought I'd struck an asylum full of lunys at first, but I guess it ain't so after all. I'm looking for a man named Huddesley--that is, he called himself Huddesley here--that's wanted for several crooked jobs all over the country. I've been after him for six months. It's a dead cinch Huddesley's the man--Judd here's had an eye on him for six weeks----" "That's what!" said Judd, with emphasis. "----he was in the house to-night. Is he here now, do you know?"