dently knows all about Ellingham Hall, Marketstoke and the surroundings. I think if you were to examine him on these points, you would find that his memory is surprisingly fresh."
"I have no doubt that it will come to his being examined on a great many points and in much detail," said Mr. Carless with a dry smile. "Of course, I shall be much interested in seeing him. You see, I remember the missing Lord Marketstoke very well indeed—he was often in here when I, as a lad of nineteen or twenty, was articled to my own father. And now, gentlemen, I'll ask you a question and commend it to your intelligence and common sense: if your client is this man he claims to be, why didn't he come straight to Carless and Driver, whom he would remember well enough, instead of going to Methley and Woodlesford? Come, now?"
Neither visitor answered this question, and Mr. Pawle suddenly turned on them with another.
"Did your client mention to you that he knew Carless and Driver as the family solicitors?" he asked.
"No, I can't say that he did," admitted Methley. "After all, thirty-five years' absence, you know—"
"You said just now that his memory was surprisingly fresh," interrupted Mr. Pawle.
"Surely," replied Woodlesford, "surely you can't expect a man who has been away from England all that time to remember everything!"
"I should have expected Lord Marketstoke to have gone straight to the family solicitors, anyway," retorted Mr. Pawle. "Obvious thing to do—if his story is a true one."
