these noteworthy arrivals and introductions.
On the stroke of twelve Chloë, Dunkle, and their plain-clothes man (whose name was James Porlock) became visible in the outer vestibule. "Ah!" exclaimed the Archdeacon, "my daughter and my son-in-law, Bisham Dunkle."
He rubbed his hands together and advanced, beaming, upon the couple. "My dear Chloë!" he cried, "how good of you and dear Bisham to come! I offer you," he added in a whisper as he came up to them, "one last chance of yielding gracefully to the inevitable. Give me your promise, Bisham, to join in my communication to the press, and"
"Do you see the beery-looking merchant who's reading the 'Instructions in Case of Fire'?" Chloë hissed in his ear, while she pretended to embrace him. "He's a plain-
