'It is--I am!' defiantly, as if he were challenging himself to take so much as one step in an opposite direction. 'I'm very glad. An episode of this kind is refreshing. So unlikely too! One daren't have introduced it into written fiction; but here it has cropped up most beautifully in our little creation. Really, I am much obliged to you both. Now you must allow me to go upstairs and attend to the matters there.' As soon as Lee had reached the house with Muriel he had gone straight to the room in which Henry Chartres lay; but when he was about to enter, a swift descending step on the stair caught his ear, and drew him away just in time to intercept Briscoe, who had finally determined that, wherever he might go, he must leave Snell House that night. Lee peremptorily bade him stay, or he would accuse him of robbery, and send in pursuit; and Briscoe was forced to submit. Lee had been about to ascend the stair again, when Dempster importunately demanded his presence in the dining-room. The latter having made his remarkable communication, Lee intended to arrange with Briscoe some definite plan of action; but another delay took place. On opening the door of the dining-room, Lee was met by Clacher, whom everybody had forgotten. 'Good evening,' said Clacher, doing it 'Englified,' and walking into the room. His face was streaming with perspiration; his eyes were wild with drink and insanity; his hair hung in wisps about his face. 'Ladies and gentlemen, I am Robert Chartres,' he said. He had remembered what he wanted to do 'Englified.' 'I am bonnie Prince Charlie too,' he added, after a pause. 'I don't understand it. I'm afraid I'm mad but I'm not a fool. I am Robert Chartres.' Everybody looked at Lee. He said, 'I don't remember being so intensely interested in my life. How can you possibly hope to succeed in this imposture, Clacher?' 'You're an imposture,' cried Clacher fiercely, staggering a little. 'I'm mad, but I'm no jist a fule, an' naebody daur harm me. Ach!' he hissed, grinding his teeth and shaking his wild hair, enraged at himself for failing to do it 'Englified.' 'I am Robert Chartres,' he shouted, throwing back his head. 'The estate's entailed, and it's mine. I'm bonnie Prince Charlie, too,' he added, more quietly. 'Take a seat,' said Lee. 'Let us all sit down again.' Clacher stumbled into a chair. Miss Jane forgave Dempster with her eyes, and they sat on a couch together. Muriel stood beside a window with one hand wrapped in the curtain. Briscoe sat opposite Lee, who threw himself back on a large chair on one side of the fireplace. Clacher's chair was against the wall, not far from the door. 'Jane,' said Lee, 'I find no resemblance between this gentleman and Robert. Do you?' 'Not the slightest,' said Miss Jane. 'Do yon, Muriel?' 'None.' 'Well, friend,' said Lee, turning to Clacher. 'What have you to say, now?' 'I am Robert Chartres.' 'But none of us recognise you. Recall yourself to our memories in some way.'