“Ah! my dear sir, a mere nothing—such as it is, we are prepared to supply it.”
“Ah! You are, eh?”
“Oh, certainly.”
“You are quite clear about that?”
“Nothing was ever more certain.”
“Hem! That is satisfactory, to be sure; but stay, is there not another person who has something to do with it?—one—one—dear me, what is his name!—one——Pshaw! how absurd in me to forget it.”
“I know of no person, save myself, Mr. Gomer, who has the shadow of a claim to any portion of it.”
“Indeed!”
“Not a soul!”
“Then I have been misinformed. I was given to understand that a person named—named—I do not often forget names—cannot you help me, Mr. Grahame, to the name of the individual who claims the property of which you have spoken, as well as you?”