"Put it into the post-office, addressed to the Queen," suggested the claimant.
"No—not quite that, I think," said Harry. "There's only one weak point in the case."
"I knew you'd find out the weak point. She won't allow there's any weak point at all. Says it's clear from beginning to end."
"So it is, if you make an admission."
"Well, sir, what is that admission? Let us make it at once, and go on. Nothing can be fairer; we are quite prepared to meet you half-way with that admission."
His lordship spoke as if conferring an immense advantage upon an imaginary opponent.
"I do not mind," he said, "anybody else finding out the weak point, because then I can tackle him. What vexes me, Mr. Goslett, is to find out that weak point myself. Because then there is nobody to argue it out with, and it is like cold water running down the back, and it keeps a man awake."
"As for your admission——" said Harry, laughing.
"Well, sir, what is it?"
"Why, of course, you have to admit, unless you can prove it, that this Timothy Clitheroe Davenant, wheelwright, was the Honorable Timothy Clitheroe Davenant, only son of Lord Davenant."