"Yourself. Yes, I came down from London especially to see you."
"It's very kind of you to take so much trouble upon my account," she said coldly, looking keenly at him. "May I ask what this duty is to which you allude?"
"It is the duty of an honest man towards a wronged woman," said Beaumont quietly.
"Meaning me?"
"Meaning yourself," he asserted solemnly.
"You speak in riddles, Mr. Beaumont," said Una, folding her hands. "I will be very glad if you will explain them."
"Certainly. Two months ago your cousin died and left all his property to a supposed son, who turned out to be Reginald Blake; I have now to inform you that Reginald Blake is no connection whatever of Squire Garsworth, consequently his assumption of the property is a fraud."
"What do you mean, sir?" said Una quickly. "I understood Mr. Blake's identity was fully established----"
"Yes, by Patience Allerby," interrupted Beaumont quickly. "She said he was the son of Fanny Blake and the Squire, knowing such a statement to be false."
"Then who are Mr. Blake's parents?"