yourself. Don't come back. I'll meet you at the church."
"All right, old chap. Your slave obeys. Only, I say, I would have a duet--S. and B.--before I started. Screw up, and don't come with a face like that."
The speaker went to the door, opened it, and looking round laughingly: "Precious dull; I'll tell 'em to turn on the sun," he said, and hurried out.
As the outer door closed Stratton darted to the inner and shut it, while, as he turned, his unwelcome visitor stepped out of the bath room--evidently formerly a passage leading into the next chamber--and returned to his chair, "Best man--bouquets--carriages waiting--church-- wedding breakfast," he said laughingly. "By Jove! I could drink a tumbler of champagne."
By this time Stratton had grown firmer, and, pointing to the door, he cried:
"Look here, sir; I'll have no more of this. You are an impostor. I don't know where you obtained your information, but if you have come to levy blackmail on the strength of such a mad tale,