“Certainly; I know that. Anything else?”
“He is the own son of Mr. Tristram and his American wife.”
“Of course he is.”
“And he’s got evidence to prove who he is.”
“I examined his evidence in London yesterday.”
“But he was not in London.”
“I saw him there, I tell you.”
“He spent last night in my house, your lordship.”
“Who on earth are you talking about, Brady?”
“The young gentleman who came on your lordship’s yacht, and who calls himself Breeze McCloud, but who is really your lordship’s own cousin, Sir Tristram Coffin Tresmont.”