To this statement, a loud discordant laugh was the sole immediate response; after an appreciable pause, the bearded man added, "Ask me some questions, my doubting Thomas?"
"All right then. Tell me the address of our old town house?"
"Two hundred and ninety Bruton Street. Your father was born there."
"Good. Now the best fox cover at Opershaw?"
"Tylney Corner," was the prompt reply.
"And my grandmother's name?"
"Althea Chandos, she brought a beautiful foot into the family."
"Right, but perhaps you are a medium—or a clairvoyant or something."
"No—nor a tom-fool," he answered, "I am your Uncle Geoffrey."
Something in the accent—was it a faint resemblance to his father's voice?—carried conviction, and there came to Mallender, a keen sense of the importance of this revelation and interview.