"Who are you? What do you want?"
I closed the door, and turned the key in the lock.
"What do you do that for?" he exclaimed.
"You will very soon know," I replied. "I am here for the purpose of having a few minutes' conversation with Mr.--shall I say Fenwick?"
"It is my name."
"If I did not come as a friend I should dispute it, and even as a friend I shall venture to dispute it. Your proper name is Eustace Rutland."
He fell back upon the sofa, white and trembling.
"What do you mean? Why are you here?" he gasped.
"I will tell you," I said. "The time for evasion and concealment is past. Your sister--"
"My sister!" interrupted Eustace. "I do not understand you."