"I don't know. Everything, it seems to me. I told you about Lord Deseret----" "Rather! Good old cock! His money comes easily, I should say." "When he was talking to me, asking about you and Carne and all the rest, he said, quite as though I knew all about it---- 'And which of you is Lady Susan Sandys's boy?'" "Who the deuce is Lady Susan Sandys?" "Your mother--or mine." Jack's knitted brows and concentrated gaze settled on Jim in vastest amazement. "Your mother--or mine, Jim? What on earth do you mean?" "That's just it. I don't know what it means. There is something behind that we don't understand, Jack." "And this Lord Deseret?" "I went to him and begged him to explain. He was very much surprised that I didn't know all about it, whatever it is. But he said that since our grandfather or our father had seen fit not to tell us, it would hardly be right for him to do so." Jack nodded. "He advised me to go to Sir Denzil and tell him how the matter had come up, and give him the chance to explain. And I suppose that's the only thing to do, but I wanted your advice. We've always been together in everything." Jack nodded again, and then shook his head over his own bewilderment. "I don't understand at all, Jim. Do you mean that we are not brothers, you and I? That's nonsense, and d----d nonsense too, I should say." "I've thought and thought till I'm all in a muddle. But, if words mean anything at all, it means that you and I are not children of the same mother, and Lord Deseret knows all about it." "You're sure he won't speak?" "Certain. He's a splendid old fellow. He'll only do what he thinks proper, and the fact that he was so much put out at having started the matter, without understanding that we knew nothing about it, shows the kind of man he is and what there is in it." "I can't imagine what it all means. Everybody knows we're twins, and to come now and tell us--oh, it's all d----d nonsense!" "I know. I felt that way too. But all the same we've got to know all about it now. How are you for leave? When can you come down to Carne?" "Leave's all right. Come now if you like," growled Jack, very much upset in his mind and temper, as was natural enough. "Meet me at ten o'clock, at Euston, to-morrow morning and we'll go down and get to the bottom of it all; unless you think it would be better still to go across to Paris and see our father and ask him. I have thought of that." "If the old man won't speak, we may have to do that," said Jack, in gloomy consideration. "But if there's something queer behind it all, he's the last man to tell us, for he must be mixed up in it, and it can't be to his credit." "I wish we'd never heard anything about it," said Jim. "I don't know. If there's anything wrong it's sure to come out sooner or later, and we ought to know. I'd like a proper foundation for my life." "Seems to me to cut all the foundations away."