It's only waste of time." "You have a warrant--as I understand--to arrest Mr.Percival Elster ?" "Yes, sir, I have.

The man that was looking for you in London got taken ill, and couldn't come down, so our folks sent me.

'You'll know him by his good looks,' said they; 'an aristocrat every inch of him.' Don't give me trouble, sir." "Well now--I am not Percival Elster: I am his brother, Lord Hartledon.
You cannot take one brother for another; and, what's more, you had better not try to do it.

Stay! Look here." He pulled out his card-case, and showed his cards--"Earl of Hartledon." He exhibited a couple of letters that happened to be about him--"The Right Honble.

the Earl of Hartledon." It was of no use.
"I've known that dodge tried before too," said his obstinate capturer.
Lord Hartledon was growing more angry.