The other looked at him for a moment, wondering what such a question meant. Then he answered him:
"There is no mistake. I am Lord Penlyn."
The Spaniard passed his hand across his eyes as he heard this, but did not speak; and Lord Penlyn said:
"May I ask why you inquire?"
"Because--because I had thought--because I wished to be sure of whom I was speaking with."
"You may rest assured. And now, sir, let me ask you what you know about this unhappy Mr. Cundall and his life?"
"I know much about him. To begin with, I know that he was your brother--your elder brother--and that you have come to possess his fortune."
Lord Penlyn started and said: "You know that? May I ask how you know it?"
"It is not necessary for me to say. It is sufficient that I do know it. But it is not of that that I have come to talk."
"Of what have you come to talk then?"