Kitty breathed hard and closed her eyes.
"Some brass!" jeered Haggerty, stepping forward.
"Can you prove it, Thomas?" asked Killigrew, hoping against hope.
"Yes, Mr. Killigrew, to your satisfaction, to Miss Killigrew's, and
even to Mr. Haggerty's."
Tableau.
Broken by the entrance of Crawford and Forbes, who were also pale and
disturbed. Crawford flung a packet of papers on the desk.
"Webb, I fancy that these papers are yours," said Crawford, smiling.
One glance was enough for Thomas.
"Tell them the truth," went on Crawford; "tell them who you are."
"I have wagered . . ."
"Never mind about the wager," put in Forbes. "Crawford and I have just
canceled it."
"What has happened?" asked Thomas. The whole world seemed tumbling
about his unhappy head.
"Tell Mr. Killigrew here how you have imposed on him and his family,"
urged Crawford, serious now. "Tell them your name, your full name."
Thomas hesitated a moment. "My name is Henry Thomas Webb-Monckton."
"Ninth Baron of Dimbledon," added Forbes, "and as crazy as a loon!"