"Here he is!" cried Miss Ethel, with an assumption of energy. "Put on this hat and wig, Peter, and stand behind the screen. I want to see what you look like."
Peter apathetically complied. He had received so many extraordinary commands during the past few days that nothing stirred his curiosity.
"Bully!" said Mr. Harry. "Never'd know him in the world."
"We 'll lower the lights," said Miss Ethel. "Fortunately the gauze is thick."
"Peter," Mr. Harry faced him with an air of tragic portent, "a grave calamity has befallen the state. The rightful heir has been spirited away, and it's imperative that we find a substitute. I 've often remarked, Peter, upon the striking resemblance between you and Lord Kiscadden. In that lies our only hope. It's a Prisoner of Zenda situation. Often occurs in novels. Do you think it might be carried out in real life?"
