MrKibblehadstaggeredup，withhislowerjawdropped，catchingPottersonbytheshoulder，andpointingtothehalf-door。Henowcriedout:\'Potterson！Look！Lookthere！\'Pottersonstartedup，startedback，andexclaimed:\'Heavendefendus，what\'sthat！\'
Bella\'shusbandsteppedbacktoBella，tookherinhisarmsforshewasterrifiedbytheunintelligibleterrorofthetwomen，andshutthedoorofthelittleroom。Ahurryofvoicessucceeded，inwhichMrInspector\'svoicewasbusiest；itgraduallyslackenedandsank；
andMrInspectorreappeared。\'Sharp\'stheword，sir！\'hesaid，lookinginwithaknowingwink。\'We\'llgetyourladyoutatonce。\'
Immediately，Bellaandherhusbandwereunderthestars，makingtheirwayback，alone，tothevehicletheyhadkeptinwaiting。
Allthiswasmostextraordinary，andBellacouldmakenothingofitbutthatJohnwasintheright。Howintheright，andhowsuspectedofbeinginthewrong，shecouldnotdivine。SomevagueideathathehadneverreallyassumedthenameofHandford，andthattherewasaremarkablelikenessbetweenhimandthatmysteriousperson，washernearestapproachtoanydefiniteexplanation。ButJohnwastriumphant；thatmuchwasmadeapparent；andshecouldwaitfortherest。