'Certainly. I remember. I wrote an account of them for you.'
'You did. Are these papers what you wrote?'
He looked at them for a moment. 'These are my papers,' he said. 'They are what I wrote at your request. They contain a perfectly true account of what happened.'
'Now, before I go on, you will not mind—these people here do not know Mr. Edmund Gray—you will not mind my asking a few persons to testify that you are really Mr. Edmund Gray?'
'My dear child, ask all the world if you wish; though I do not understand why my identity should be doubted.'
'Not quite all the world.—Mr. Carstone, will you tell us the name of this gentleman?'
'He is Mr. Edmund Gray, my neighbour at No. 22 South Square, Gray's Inn.'
Mr. Edmund Gray inclined his head and smiled.
George went outside and returned, followed by a small company, who, in answer to Elsie, stepped forward one after the other and made answer.
Said one: 'I am the landlord of the rooms at 22 South Square tenanted by Mr. Edmund Gray. He has held the rooms for ten years. This gentleman is Mr. Edmund Gray, my tenant.'