"Who are you?"
Before they can think, the man approaches the balcony, puts his hands upon the railing, and springs lightly over; standing in the full light that falls from within, he doffs his hat like a courtier, and bending before Constance, says, in a voice that is, for a man, singularly rich and mellow:
"Madame, I am here at your service. I am Neil J. Bathurst."
CHAPTER V.THE DEDUCTIONS OF A DETECTIVE.
Both Constance and Dr. Heath fancy that they comprehend the situation almost instantaneously. The stranger's movements have been so cat-like, his voice so carefully modulated, that Aunt Honor reads on, never dreaming that an addition has been made to the party. Dr. Heath is the first to speak.
"Upon my word," he says, with a touch of coldness in his tone; "this is quite dramatic."
