"Brought to you? Why to you?" Yorke demanded, looking up from the pendant. What memories it awakened!
"I cannot tell you."
"Who brought it?"
"A man by the name of—I forget. His card is in the drawer."
Yorke looked.
"No, it is not here."
"Then it is lost. His name—his name—yes, I remember. It was Duncombe. Ralph Duncombe."
"Ralph Duncombe?" Yorke spoke the name two or three times. He seemed to think that he had heard it before, but he could not recall it. He put the pendant in his pocket, and went and stood before the fire with his back to the duke.
"Did he give no message—no explanation?" he asked.