"I was experimenting.

I'm an amateur Sherlock Holmes.

It pleases me to deduce that you are not related to the armourer.

You don't look the part." Now she smiled divinely.

"And why not, pray?
His sister was my mother." "In order to establish a line on which to base my calculations, would you mind telling me who your father is ?" He asked the question with his most appealing smile--a smile so frankly impudent that she could not resent it.
"My mother's husband," she replied in the same spirit.
"Well, that is _quite_ a clue!" he exclaimed.