“Yes, of course, Saul Harrington—Mr Saul Harrington. But that don’t explain—yes, it does, you’re a cousin. The old man said something about you in his last letter.”
“And in the others,” said Saul sharply.
“Of course.”
“Have you the letters?”
“I told you I had, didn’t I? Am I to show them to you?”
“Stop,” cried Gertrude quietly.
“Eh? Stop!” cried Saul fiercely. “How do we know that this is not an impostor?”
“A what,” roared the young man fiercely.
“Stop, if you please,” said Gertrude. “Mr Saul Harrington is only a visitor here, Mr George, and has no right to make such a demand of you.”
“Mind what you are saying,” cried Saul angrily.