In which closet does the minister keep them?"
The crook, without a word, went to a closet and took out a suit of
clothes of ministerial cut. Then he hastily put them on, adding
some side-whiskers, which he had brought with him.
At about the same time, Elaine, acompanied by "Weepy Mary" and her
"son," had arrived at the little tumble-down station and had taken
the only vehicle in sight, a very ancient carriage.
It ambled along until, at last, it pulled up before the vestry
room door of the church, just as the bogus minister was finishing
his transformation from a frank crook. Clutching Hand was giving
him final instructions.
Elaine and the others alighted and approached the church, while
the ancient vehicle rattled away.
"They're coming," whispered the crook, peering cautiously out of
the window.
Clutching Hand moved silently and snake-like into the closet and
shut the door.
"How do you do, Dr. Carton?" greeted "Weepy Mary." "I guess you
don't remember me."
The clerical gentleman looked at her fixedly a moment.
"Remember you?" he repeated. "Of course, my dear. I remember
everyone I marry."
"And you remember to whom you married me?"
"Perfectly. To an older man--a Taylor Dodge."
Elaine was overcome.
"Won't you step in?" he asked suavely. "Your friend here doesn't
seem well.
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