“Do I address Lord Courtenay?”
His voice was like his looks. He had a subdued air altogether.
“My name, sir,” replied Wilfrid, somewhat resenting this sudden intrusion. “And yours?”
“Alexis Voronetz.”
“Voronetz, Voronetz,” repeated Wilfrid thoughtfully. “Any relative of a certain lieutenant of that name?”
“His brother.”
“That cannot be.”
“Why not?”
“I understand that the man who killed him still lives.”
“I am blind,” answered the stranger with a sigh.