Amazed by this outburst, Hume endeavoured to put matters right.
“I never thought—” he commenced.
“You come to me to do the thinking, Hume. For goodness’ sake switch your memory for five minutes from Miss Layton, and tell me all you know of your family history. Have you any other relations?”
“None whatever.”
“And this newly-arrived cousin, what of him?”
“He was in the navy, and being of a quarrelsome disposition, was court-martialled for some small outbreak. He would not submit to discipline, and resigned the service. Then his father died, and Bob went off to South America. I have never heard of him since. I know very little about my younger uncle’s household. Indeed, the occasion recorded by the photograph was the last time the old men met in friendship. There was a dispute about money matters. My Uncle Charles was in the city, the two estates being left by my grandfather to the two oldest sons. Charles Hume-Frazer died a poor man, having lost his fortune by speculation.”
“Have you seen your cousin Robert? Did he resemble Alan and you?”
“We were all as like as peas. People say that our house is remarkable for the unchanging type of its male line. That is readily demonstrated by the family portraits. You have not been in the dining-room or picture-gallery at Beechcroft, or you must have noticed this instantly.”
Brett flung himself into a chair.
“The Argentine!” he muttered. “A nice school for a ‘quarrelsome’ Hume-Frazer.”