Enter Galloway, lower door.

Galloway.
Sir Malcolm Clark to see you, sir.

Sir Robert.
[As if startled by a sudden memory.] Ah!—Bring him in.

[Lady Dorothy goes out by upper door, R.

Sir Malcolm enters by lower door.

Sir Malcolm.
Sorry to make so late a call, sir, but the matter is urgent. [Sitting.] You will remember that when your little daughter's governess came here two months ago I made so bold as to cast doubts on her identity?

Sir Robert.
I do.

Sir Malcolm.
And that after making inquiries of your own you gave me to understand, in the girl's presence, that you were satisfied about her bona fides?

Sir Robert.
I remember.

Sir Malcolm.
You will also remember that later the same evening you called me back over the telephone, and then told me, in the young woman's absence, that you believed my suspicions to be justified, but for reasons you did not desire to disclose, you wished me to keep a careful eye on her friends, leaving the girl herself to you?