"Say, what do you imagine would happen if I went back to a home like that with the news that I was Lord Harrowby, in line to become the Earl of Raybrook. There'd be a riot. Wife would be startled out of her wits. Children would hate me. Be an outcast in my own family. Neighbors would turn up their noses when they went by our house. Fellows at the club would guy me. Lord Harrowby, eh! Take off your hats to his ludship, boys. Business would fall off." Smilingly George Harrowby took a cigar and lighted it. "No, Allan," he finished, "a lord wouldn't make a hell of a hit anywhere in America, but in Chicago, in the automobile business--say, I'd be as lonesome and deserted as the reading-room of an Elks' Club." "I don't quite understand----" Allan began. "No," said George, turning to meet Minot's smile, "but this gentleman does. It all means, Allan, that there's nothing doing. You are Lord Harrowby, the next Earl of Raybrook. Take the title, and God bless you." "But, George," Allan objected, "legally you can't----" "Don't worry, Allan," said the man from Chicago, "there's nothing we can't do in America, and do legally. How's this? I've always been intending to take out naturalization papers. I'll do it the minute I get back to Chicago--and then the title is yours. In the meantime, when you introduce me to your friends here, we'll just pretend I've taken them out already." Allan Harrowby got up and laid his hand affectionately on his brother's shoulder. "You're a brick, old boy," he said. "You always were. I'm glad you're to be here for the wedding. How did you happen to come?" "That's right--you don't know, do you? I came in response to a telegram from Lloyds, of New York." "From--er--Lloyds?" asked Allan blankly. "Yes, Allan. That yacht you came down here on didn't belong to Martin Wall. It belonged to me. He made away with it from North River because he happened to need it. Wall's a crook, my boy." "The _Lileth_ your ship! My word!" "It is. I called it the _Lady Evelyn_, Allan. Lloyds found out that it had been stolen and sent me a wire. So here I am." "Lloyds found out through me," Minot explained to the dazed Allan. "Oh--I'm beginning to see," said Allan slowly. "By the way, George, we've another score to settle with Wall." He explained briefly how Wall had acquired Chain Lightning's Collar, and returned a duplicate of paste in its place. The elder Harrowby listened with serious face. "It's no doubt the Collar he was trailing you for, Allan," he said. "And that's how he came to need the yacht. But when finally he got his eager fingers on those diamonds, poor old Wall must have had the shock of his life." "How's that?" "It wasn't Wall who had the duplicate made. It was--father--years ago, when I was still at home. He wanted money to bet, as usual--had the duplicate made--risked and lost." "But," Allan objected, "he gave it to me to give to Miss Meyrick. Surely he wouldn't have done that----"