He must have had other interests at one time or other beside the eternal question of the title.

Mr.Brimsdown had vaguely understood that the money he had invested for Robert Turold had been gained abroad--in the wilds of the earth--in his client's early life, but his client had never confided to him the manner of the gathering.

That was a page in the dead man's life of which his trusted legal adviser knew nothing whatever.

It was unsafe to assume that the page, if revealed, would throw any light on his tragic death, but there was a possibility that it might.
The evening newspaper he had brought home lay on the carpet at his feet exposing the headline--"A Cornish Mystery"-- which had caught his eye at the restaurant.

Mr.Brimsdown picked up the sheet and read the report again.