“Ahem! That is true! That is very true,” remarked Mr. Sparrow, with a little cough. “And I confess that the counterfeit coinage theory scarcely holds good. Mr. Faradeane does not give one the idea of—er—that class of criminal.”
“Is he more like a burglar?” asked Olivia, with apparent innocence.
Mr. Sparrow shook his head.
“No, no, dear me, no! I think I said he was most distinguished-looking. Quite—er—aristocratic, and—er—patrician. Remarkably good looking, also.”
Miss Amelia pushed her chair nearer a book cabinet, and seized “The Peerage.”
“Oh, I’ve looked through that,” remarked Mr. Sparrow, with charming simplicity. “There is no mention of the name of Faradeane in that or ‘The County Families.’”
Miss Amelia closed the book with a gesture of despair.
“Is there no way of finding out something about him, dear Mr. Sparrow?”
“I know of none,” he replied, solemnly.
“And I can only think of one,” said Olivia.