Going up to him, Tomb, with one superb movement, bared the youth's arm. Upon it was tattooed, in gold and purple, the crest of a noble family.
"As I thought!" exclaimed Tomb; then he removed his hat. "Lord Wencheslaus of When-cheeselawn!"
"Then my father was . . ." the youth began.
"The Duke of Thingamaroo," said Tomb, bowing low.
A cry sounded from the cellars of the cottage.
Tomb again started.
"I had forgotten," said he. Then he put his hand into his pocket, and drew forth this very book.
"Ten years ago," said he, consulting his notes, "I told you that I had killed your family. It was not true."