"Yes. Mr. Fenwick?"
"Mr. Fenwick!" repeated the Englishman, frowning. "I am Sir Guy Fenwick."
"I am aware that you call yourself so," said the detective quietly.
"What do you mean by this insolence?" demanded Guy Fenwick, his face flaming.
"You will understand me when I say I call in behalf of Sir Robert Fenwick, the real baronet."
Guy Fenwick half rose from his seat. He looked angry and alarmed.
"I don't know what you mean," he said.
"I think you do. Sir Robert is your nephew, and the title and estate are his by right."
Guy Fenwick laughed—a harsh, mirthless laugh.
"Really," he said, "this is most amusing. Robert Fenwick is dead. If any one calls himself by that name he is an impostor."