That good lady duly arrived, looking more severe than ever and with several new tales about the iniquities of Alexander. She expressed herself greatly obliged to Giles for giving her a day in the country, and got on very well with the old housekeeper. But when Ware told her his reason for asking her, Mrs. Benker grew rather nervous, as she did not think how she could support an interview, and, also, she wanted to know what the interview was for. To some extent Giles had to take her into his confidence, but he suppressed the fact that he suspected Franklin of the crime. He merely stated that Steel--who had introduced Giles to Mrs. Benker--had reason to believe that the so-called Wilson was wanted by the police. All that Mrs. Benker had to do was to see if Franklin was really her former lodger. After much talk and many objections, she consented to do what was wanted. This was to wander in the park of the Priory and meet Franklin accidentally near a ruined summer-house, near what was known as the fish-ponds. Morley had arranged that Franklin should meet him there, and was to be late, so as to afford Mrs. Benker an opportunity of speaking to the man. Morley and Ware concealed themselves in the summer-house and saw Mrs. Benker parading the grass. Shortly Franklin arrived, walking slowly, and Mrs. Benker saluted him. CHAPTER XIV TREASURE TROVE "I beg your pardon, sir," said Mrs. Benker to the new-comer, "but I do hope I'm not---- Why"--she changed her tone to one of extreme surprise--"if it ain't Mr. Wilson!" The man did not move a muscle. Ware, who was watching, was disappointed. At least he expected him to start, but the so-called Wilson was absolutely calm, and his voice did not falter. "You are making a mistake; my name is Franklin." "It isn't his voice," muttered the landlady, still staring; "but his eyes are the same." "May I ask you to go?" said Franklin. "You are trespassing." Mrs. Benker shook her rusty black bonnet. "You may change your hair from red to black," she declared, "and you may shave off a ginger beard, but you can't alter your eyes. Mr. Wilson you are, and that I'll swear to in a court of law before a judge and jury. Let them say what they will about me being a liar." "Of what are you talking, woman?" "Of you, sir; and I hope I may mention that you were more respectful when you boarded with me." "Boarded with you!" Franklin stared, and spoke in an astonished tone. "Why, I never boarded with you in my life!" "Oh, Mr. Wilson, how can you? What about my little house in Lambeth, and the dear boy--my son Alexander--you were so fond of?" "You are raving." "I'm as sane as you are," said the landlady, her color rising, "and a deal more respectable, if all were known. Why you should deny me to my face is more than I can make out, Mr. Wilson." "My name is not Wilson." "And I say it is, sir." Both the man and the woman eyed one another firmly. Then Franklin motioned Mrs. Benker to a seat on a mossy bank.