"Really, madame, I am at a loss--How should I know ?" "Did you not meet Mollie last night at the corner of Broadway and Fourteenth Street ?" "Most certainly not." "Where were you at ten o'clock last evening ?" Again Mr.Ingelow smiled.
"Really, a raking cross-examination.

Permit me to decline answering that question." "And you know nothing of Mollie's previous disappearance--of that mysterious fortnight ?" "My good woman, be reasonable.

I'm not an astrologer, nor a wizard, nor yet a clairvoyant.

I'm not in Miss Dane's confidence.

I put it to yourself--how should I know ?" "You shuffle--you equivocate!" cried Miriam, impatiently.