You can't have met him!" "You are telling a falsehood," said Diana fiercely.

"The gentleman in the asylum of Dr.Jorce is not your husband, but my father!" "Your father?
And who are you ?" "I am Diana Vrain." Mrs.Clear gave a screech, and dropped back on to the sofa, staring at Diana with wide-open and terrified eyes.
"And now, Mrs.Clear, I see you realise the situation," Lucian said coldly.

"You must confess your share in this conspiracy." "What conspiracy ?" she interrupted furiously.
"The putting of Mr.Vrain into an asylum, and the passing off of your husband, Michael Clear, as him." "I don't know anything about it." "Come, now, you talk nonsense! If you refuse to speak I'll have you arrested at once." "Arrest me!" She bounded off the sofa with flashing eyes.
"Yes, on a charge of conspiracy.

It is no use your getting angry, Mrs.
Clear, for it won't improve your position.

We--that is, this lady and myself--wish to know, firstly, how your husband came to be masquerading as Mr.Vrain; secondly, where we can find the man called Wrent, who employed your husband; and thirdly, Mrs.Clear, we wish to know, and the law wishes to know, who killed your husband." "I don't know who killed him," said the woman, looking rather afraid, "but I believe Wrent did." "Who is Wrent ?" "I don't know." "You don't know many things," said Diana, taking part in the conversation, "but you must tell us what you do know, otherwise I shall call in a policeman and have you arrested." "You can't prove anything against me." "I think I can," said Lucian in the most cheerful manner.