“I await your explanation, Sir Justin,” he began, striking at once the note which seemed to him (so far as he could guess) most likely to be characteristic of an innocent and much-injured man.
“You shall have it,” said Sir Justin grimly. “Julia, you asked this person to my house under the impression that he was the nephew of that particularly obnoxious fanatic, Count Herbrand Bunker, and still engaged upon furthering his relative's philanthropic and other visionary schemes.”
“But isn't he——” began Julia with startled eyes.
“I am Count Bunker,” said our hero firmly.
“The nephew in question?” inquired Sir Justin.
“Certainly, sir.”
Again Sir Justin turned to his daughter.
“I have already told you what I think of your conduct under any circumstances. What your feelings will be I can only surmise when I inform you that I have detained this adventurer here until I had time to despatch a wire and receive an answer from Scotland Yard.”
Both Count and Julia started.
“What, sir!” exclaimed Bunker.