“And his profession?”
“He had none. His father left him with enough to live upon comfortably.”
“Who was his father?” he inquired, with a sharp look of doubt.
“A landowner.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know.”
The Earl slightly raised his shaggy grey brows, then continued,—
“How long have you known this friend?”
“Several years.”
“You told me that he has died since yesterday,” his lordship said. “Is not that a rather curious fact—if true?”