Mortimer parries thus, with a sense upon him that elsewhere it is Eugene and not he who is the jester, and that in these circles where Eugene persists in being speechless, he, Mortimer, is but the double of the friend on whom he has founded himself.

“But,” quoth the fascinating Tippins, “I am resolved on getting something more out of you. Traitor! what is this I hear about another disappearance?”

“As it is you who have heard it,” returns Lightwood, “perhaps you’ll tell us.”

“Monster, away!” retorts Lady Tippins. “Your own Golden Dustman referred me to you.”

Mr. Lammle, striking in here, proclaims aloud that there is a sequel to the story of the Man from Somewhere. Silence ensues upon the proclamation.