"Is that so, sir? What house would that be?" "Rudge Hall." "Never heard of it." "It's near Rudge-in-the-Vale. Twenty miles from here. Mr. Carmody's place." "Mr. Lester Carmody who was here taking the cure?" "Yes. I'm his nephew." "His nephew, eh?" "Yes." "Come, come!" "What do you mean?" "It so 'appens," said Mr. Flannery, with quiet satisfaction, removing one hand from the window bars in order to fondle his moustache, "that I've seen Mr. Carmody's nephew. Tallish, thinnish, pleasant-faced young fellow. He was over here to visit Mr. Carmody during the latter's temp'ry residence. I had him pointed out to me." Painful though the process was, John felt compelled to grit his teeth. "That was Mr. Carmody's other nephew." "Other nephew, eh?" "My cousin." "Your cousin, eh?" "His name's Hugo." "Hugo, eh?" "Good God!" cried John. "Are you a parrot?" Mr. Flannery, if he had not been standing on a ladder, would no doubt have drawn himself up haughtily at this outburst. Being none too certain of his footing, he contented himself with looking offended. "No, sir," he said with a dignity which became him well, "in reply to your question, I am not a parrot. I am a salaried assistant at Doctor Twist's health-establishment, detailed to look after the patients and keep them away from the cigarettes and see that they do their exercises in a proper manner. And, as I said to the young lady, I understand human nature and am a match for artfulness of any description. What's more, it was precisely this kind of artfulness on your part that the young lady warned me against. 'Be careful, Sergeant-Major,' she said to me, clasping her 'ands in what I may call an agony of appeal, 'that this poor, misguided young son of a what-not don't come it over you with his talk about being the Lost Heir of some family living in the near neighbourhood. Because he's sure to try it on, you can take it from me, Sergeant-Major,' she said. And I said to the young lady, 'Miss,' I said, 'he won't come it over Egbert Flannery. Not him. I've seen too much of that sort of thing, miss,' I said. And the young lady said, 'Gawd's strewth, Sergeant-Major,' she said, 'I wish there was more men in the world like you, Sergeant-Major, because then it would be a dam' sight better place than it is, Sergeant-Major.'" He paused. Then, realizing an omission, added the words, "she said." John clutched at his throbbing head. "Young lady? What young lady?" "You know well enough what young lady, sir. The young lady what brought you here to leave you in our charge. That young lady." "That young lady?" "Yes, sir. The one who brought you here." "Brought me here?" "And left you in our charge." "Left me in your charge?" "Come, come, sir!" said Mr. Flannery. "Are you a parrot?"