“Well, what does all this mean, Adrian.”
“It means that Sir Edgar Douglas was Sir William Douglas’ heir, and he being deceased, also his son and only child Eddie, there does not seem to be any immediate heir to the property, which probably is entailed, or this advertisement would not have appeared,” Adrian replied, as he handed it to his wife to read.
She read it, and then turned to the genealogical table again with a flushed face. After a few minutes she looked up with a puzzled expression, and said:
“I have an idea of what you are thinking, Adrian, but I cannot quite make it out.”
He took pencil and paper, and after a few moments placed a diagram before her.
“According to that you are the only living relative and heir of Sir Edgar Douglas,” he said.
“Do you suppose it can be true?” she asked, gravely.
“We will apply to Capel & Armand and see, dear.”
Accordingly they ordered a carriage and drove to Gray’s Inn, taking Miss Mehetabel’s precious family tree with them.
Brownie used to have her patience severely tried in the days when Miss Mehetabel would descant upon her illustrious birth and ancestry, and often wished this same family tree at the bottom of the ocean, little thinking of the future good it was to bring her.