"Presently it came to pass that only one person stood between you and possession."
"That is so. I did not know it at the time, but such, I am informed, was the case."
"This person's name was Mr. Anthony Riggleton, at that time the only surviving son of your uncle's sister!"
"That is so."
Romanoff lay back in his chair and quietly smoked his cigar.
"But why these questions?" persisted Dick.
"I was only thinking, my friend, on what small issues fortune or poverty may rest."
"But—but really——"
"Here is the case as I understand it. Your lawyer told you that Mr. Anthony Riggleton, the only man who stood between you and all your uncle's possessions, was killed in a drunken brawl in Melbourne, and that on his death you became heir. That was why he sent you that wireless; that was why he summoned you back to England."
"Exactly."