"Are you crazy, Dick? Certainly it was Sir Edward."
He shook his head.
"Who was it, then?" she demanded.
"I do not know—I only know it was not Sir Edward. He is not he!"
She stared at him.
"He is not he!" she repeated. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," he said, the smile broadening into a gentle laugh, "that the man you know as Sir Edward Parkington is not Sir Edward Parkington. He is an impostor."
"Dick!" she cried. "Do you mean it—are you sure?"
"Perfectly sure," he answered, "perfectly sure."