"Why, what now—" he began.
"Andy Wildwood? Andy—Wildwood?" repeated Luke.
He spoke in a retrospective, subdued tone. He tapped his head as if trying to awaken some sleeping memory.
"Got it now!" he cried suddenly. "Why, sure, of course. Knew the name in a minute."
Luke seized and pulled at a lock of his hair as if it was a sprouting idea.
"You came from Fairville," he resumed.
"Fairview."
"Then you're the same. Yes, you must be the fellow—Andy Wildwood, the heir."