"You are quite mistaken," said Fogg, stroking his moustache. "These saddle-bags and valises contain documents of importance, correspondence of the rebels——"
"They contain my money," screamed Fox—"five hundred pounds."
"Five hundred guineas," said the Captain, and thrust his hand into his pocket, "and some of them five-guinea pieces?"
"Even so. They are mine."
"And you are——?"
"Anthony Crymes. Most people know me as Fox Crymes."
"Captain Fogg," said Julian, "that is false. I do not deny that he was once called Crymes, but he obtained a royal license to change his name; he is Anthony Cleverdon."
"Anthony Cleverdon!" echoed Captain Fogg. "By the Lord, you seem to be a breed of Anthony Cleverdons down here! How many more of you are there?"
"There are three," said Julian—"the father, the old squire; there is his son, an outcast, driven by his father from his home; and there is the Anthony Cleverdon of Hall, who has assumed the name, stepped into the rights and place of the other, and walks in his shoes."
"And, by Heaven!—why not wear his cravat? You swear to this."