Paisley, and two sons. The mother has been dead some years. They were not a rugged family."
"Consumption," came from the dark man at her elbow.
"Yes, consumption. The two sons died within a few months of each other."
"I see. And of course you have the proofs of death?"
"They can readily be proved at need," the lady coldly answered.
"Then there remains but one more question, where you are concerned. Supposing your claim to be disputed, could you prove beyond a doubt that you are the Bessie Cramer, who was the last descendant in this country of the Paisleys, your mother having been a Paisley?"
"Of course!"
"And you are then able to furnish proof that there was no other Mrs. Gaston Latham? That Gaston Latham married only one wife?"
A loud laugh broke upon this speech, and the man arose.
"Would the word of Gaston's only brother be of any worth as a witness to the marriage, the only marriage of his only brother? Fortunately I knew Miss Bessie Cramer as a slim young girl. I was a boy in roundabouts then."
Solicitor Haynes arose, and looked gravely down upon
