suppose," she went on to the Archdeacon, "it's useless for me to appeal to you on my mother's account. They'll point her out as the wife of a swindler; but you won't care, will you?"
"I shall care very much," said the Archdeacon. "It is very, very far from my wish to grieve your dear mother; but, as I've told you, this thing is stronger than myself and, be the consequences what they may, whether to me or to others, this announcement must be made, and immediately. I simply cannot remain unknown any longer. And so, if Bisham will not join me in making a statement, I must do it alone and, dispensing with his corroboration, rely upon that of my second manuscript. It will be convincing. I shall invite the Secretary of the Incorporated Society of Authors to be present with a small ad hoc committee, named by him,
