"
Mr. Widden stared in amazement.
"I got it out of her," repeated Mr. Green, pointing at the trembling
woman. "He's no more her son than what you are."
"What?" said the amazed listener.
"She's been deceiving me," said Mr. Green, with a scowl, "but I don't
think she'll do it again in a hurry. You stay here," he shouted, as his
wife rose to leave the room. "I want you to be here when he comes in."
Mrs. Green stayed, and the other two, heedless of her presence, discussed
the situation until the front door was heard to open, and Mr. Letts and
Betty came into the room. With a little cry the girl ran to her mother.
"What's the matter?" she cried.
"She's lost another son," said Mr. Green, with a ferocious sneer--"a
flash, bullying, ugly chap of the name o' Letts."
"Halloa!" said Mr. Letts, starting.
"A chap she picked up out of the street, and tried to pass off on me as
her son," continued Mr. Green, raising his voice. "She ain't heard the
end of it yet, I can tell you."
Mr. Letts fidgeted. "You leave her alone," he said, mildly. "It's true
I'm not her son, but it don't matter, because I've been to see a lawyer
about her, and he told me that this house and half the furniture belongs
by law to Betty. It's got nothing to do with you."
"Indeed!" said Mr. Green. "Now you take yourself off before I put the
police on to you.
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