"There is no doubt about that, however. You are a baronet as certainly as I am a lawyer. I presume you would like us to take whatever action is necessary?"
"By all means. This afternoon I am leaving Sydney, for a week or two, for the Islands. I will sign any papers when I come back."
"I will bear that in mind. And your address in Sydney is——"
"Care of the Honourable Sylvester Wetherell, Potts Point."
"Thank you. And, by the way, my correspondents have desired me on their behalf to pay in to your account at the Oceania the sum of five thousand pounds. This I will do to-day."
"I am obliged to you. Now I think I must be going. To tell the truth, I hardly know whether I am standing on my head or my heels."
"Oh, you will soon get over that."
"Good-morning."
"Good-morning, Sir Richard."
With that, I bade him farewell, and went out of the office, feeling quite dazed by my good fortune. I thought of the poor idiot whose end had been so tragic, and of the old man as I had last seen him, shaking his fist at me from the window of the house. And to think that that lovely home was mine, and that I was a baronet, the principal representative of a race as old as any in the country-side! It seemed too wonderful to be true!