But the last few words were shouted to the swiftly retiring backs of the
pathetic couple.

"I've saved you two hundred francs," said the burly Englishman, picking up
his magazine and tenderly smoothing it. "Those two are the most
accomplished swindlers in this den of thieves."

"I can't believe it," said Zora, half hurt, half resentful. "The woman's
eyes were full of tears."

"It's true," said her champion. "And the best of it is that the man is
actually an accredited agent of Jebusa Jones's Cuticle Remedy."

He stood, his hands on his broad hips, regarding her with the piercing
eyes of a man who is imparting an incredible but all-important piece of
information.

"Why the best of it?" asked Zora, puzzled.

"It only shows how unscrupulous they are in their business methods. A man
like that could persuade a fishmonger or an undertaker to stock it. But
he'll do them in the end. They'll suffer for it."

"Who will?"

"Why, Jebusa Jones, of course. Oh, I see," he continued, looking at the two
perplexed faces, "you don't know who I am. I am Clem Sypher."

He looked from one to the other as if to see the impression made by his
announcement.