Nice sort of brother that, eh?
What ?" Wrayson repressed an inclination to smile.

There was something grimly humourous about his visitor's indignation.
"You must remember," he said, "that your brother is dead, and that his death itself was a terrible one.

Besides, even if you have had to wait for a little time, you are his heir now." The young man was breathing hard.

The perspiration stood out in little beads upon his forehead.

He showed his teeth a little.