Miss Graeme looked at me. "You know the will refers to me as only his daughter by adoption," she said, "and I could have no right to inherit the 'Hundred.' That was always clearly understood between us. He did leave me all that he could call his own."
"I don't see how that matters. The estate belonged legally to Mr. Graeme."
"Merely because Mr. Richard Hildebrand chose to ignore the claims of the heir-at-law. And a blood relation at that."
"Meaning Mr. John Thaneford, I suppose."
Miss Graeme looked surprised. "Has Mr. Eldon been acquainting you with the particulars of the family history?" she asked.
"I first learned of the actual facts from Mr. John Thaneford himself."
Now there was something more than surprise in my Cousin Betty's demeanor; she seemed agitated, even uneasy.
"Apparently," I went on, "both the Thanefords resent what they consider to be an alienation of the estate. I don't believe they will feel the original wrong has been righted by my becoming the heir, even though I happen to be the only titular Hildebrand among us all."
"But this is Maryland, you know, and many of the old English customs are still in force. Not legally, of course, but practically."
"Such as primogeniture and the continuous entail," I suggested.