"The only loose joint is the exact plan of the original property," observed the archæologist.
"And that is in the picture at Guenn Oaks," contributed Lord Guenn.
"Why are you all against me?" cried Little Miss Grouch in grieved amazement.
"Not against you at all," said Judge Enderby. "It's simply a matter of the best claim. Besides, you, who have everything in the world, would you turn this poor homeless young wanderer out of a house that he's never been in?"
"Except by ancestral proxy," qualified Dr. Alderson.
"How mean of you!" She turned the fire of denunciatory eyes upon the archæologist. "You told me with your own lips that no family named Daddleskink was ever connected in the remotest degree with the house. You said the idea was as absurd as the name."
"Yet you turn around and declare that Mr. Daddleskink's claim is good."
"Whose claim?"
"Mr. Daddleskink's." She indicated the Tyro with a scornful gesture. "Oh," she added, noting the other's obvious bewilderment, "I see you didn't know his real name."