Then he gathered up the papers, carefully replaced them in their linen-lined envelope, and handed them to Drillford.
"Much obliged to you," he said. "Now, at what time are these miscreants to be put in the dock tomorrow? Ten sharp? Then," he declared, with a shrewd glance, "I shall be there—and in all my experience I shall never have set eyes on a worse scoundrel than the chief one of 'em! Now, gentlemen, shall we go?"
Outside, Mr. Carless took Lord Ellingham's arm.
"You know what this really means—to you?" he said.
Lord Ellingham laughed.
"Of course!" he answered.
"Remember," continued Mr. Carless, with a knowing glance at Mr. Pawle, "you needn't give in without a struggle! You can make a big fight. You're in possession; it would take a long time to turn you out. You can have litigation—as much as ever you wish. But—I don't think there's the least doubt that the young woman we're going back to is your cousin, and therefore Countess of Ellingham."
"Neither do I!" said his client with a smile. "Nor, I think, does Mr. Pawle?"
"Not a doubt of it!" affirmed Mr. Pawle.
"Very well," said Mr. Carless, and pulled his companions to a halt. "Then—the question now is—who is to tell her?"
The two lawyers and Viner looked from one another to Lord Ellingham—but Lord Ellingham was already eager and responsive.
"Gentlemen," he said quickly, "I claim that right!
