He looked at Mr.Caryll; then at Rotherby, who was scowling, and at her ladyship, who was breathing hard.

His glance returned to Mr.Caryll.
"You are the person designated here ?" he inquired.
"As I can abundantly prove," said Mr.Caryll.

"I have no lack of friends in London who will bear witness to that much." "Yet," said Mr.Templeton, frowning, perplexed, "this does not make you what you claim to be.

Rather does it show you to be his late lordship's--" "There's more to come," said Mr.Caryll, and placed another document before the secretary.

It was an extract from the register of St.Etienne of Maligny, relating to his mother's death.
"Do you know, sir, in what year this lady went through a ceremony of marriage with my father--the late Lord Ostermore?
It was in 1690, I think, as the lady will no doubt confirm." "To what purpose, this ?" quoth Mr.Templeton.
"The purpose will be presently apparent.