"So he might. But if he had we'd have heard from him before now. I'm going to tell you a secret. My name is not Ryanne."
"We all know that," said the Major.
"It's Wadsworth. Does that tickle your mind any?"
The men shook their heads. Mrs. Chedsoye did not move hers.
"Bah! Greatest joke of the hour. I'm Horace Wadsworth, and Arthur Wadsworth, president of the Merchant-Mechanic Bank, is my beloved brother!"
"Ay, damnable wretch!"
A shock ran through them all. In the doorway leading to the rear hall stood George, his revolvers leveled steadily. Peering white-faced over his shoulder was the man who had spoken, Arthur Wadsworth.