Enter Galloway, lower door.
Galloway.
Sir Malcolm Clark to see you, sir.
Sir Robert.
[As if startled by a sudden memory.] Ah!—Bring
him in.
[Lady Dorothy goes out by upper door, R.
Sir Malcolm enters by lower door.
Sir Malcolm.
Sorry to make so late a call, sir, but the matter
is urgent. [Sitting.] You will remember that when
your little daughter's governess came here two months
ago I made so bold as to cast doubts on her identity?
Sir Robert.
I do.
Sir Malcolm.
And that after making inquiries of your own you
gave me to understand, in the girl's presence, that
you were satisfied about her bona fides?
Sir Robert.
I remember.
Sir Malcolm.
You will also remember that later the same evening
you called me back over the telephone, and then
told me, in the young woman's absence, that you
believed my suspicions to be justified, but for reasons
you did not desire to disclose, you wished me to
keep a careful eye on her friends, leaving the girl
herself to you?
