“As my uncle's nephew, merely.”
Sir Justin stared at him in silence, while he brought the full force of his capacious mind to bear upon the situation.
“Your name, you say, is Bunker?” he observed at length.
“Count Bunker,” corrected that nobleman.
“Ah! Doubtless, then, you are the same gentleman who has been residing with Lord Tulliwuddle?”
“I am unaware of a duplicate.”
“And the uncle you allude to——?”
By a wave of his hand the Count referred him to the portrait upon the wall. Sir Justin now stared at it.
“Bunker—Count Bunker,” he repeated in a musing tone, and then turned to the present holder of that dignity with a look in his eye which the adventurer disliked exceedingly.
“I will confer with you later,” he observed. “Mackenzie, remove my portmanteau.”