"Well, what's the place like? Just try my lad and pull yourself together and describe it!"
"Homewood Manor is——"
"What Manor?"
"Homewood—it bears the same name as we do, father!"
Sir Josiah sat down, he sat down abruptly and stared wide eyed at his son.
"Homewood——" he gasped, "Little Stretton—Homewood Manor—well, well if this don't beat anything—anything I've ever heard—Homewood——"
"It is an odd coincidence," said Allan.
"Odd coincidence, it's more—it's more. It is the very hand of Fate, that's what it is, the hand of Fate, you don't understand of course you don't——" he paused. "Allan, did you ever hear the name Pringle?"
"Pringle?" asked Allan, puzzled, "of course I have heard it, but——"
"Heard it, just heard it—eh? That's all, just heard it, mentioned and nothing more, eh?"