I will not detain you, Mr.Ducaine." I turned to leave the room, but found myself face to face with a young man in the act of entering it.
"Blenavon!" the Duke exclaimed.
"How are you, sir ?" the newcomer answered.

"Sorry I didn't arrive in time to see you last night.

We motored from King's Lynn, and the whole of this respectable household was in bed." I knew at once who he was.

The Duke looked towards me.
"Ducaine," he said, "this is my son, Lord Blenavon." Lord Blenavon's smile was evidently meant to be friendly, but his expression belied it.

He was slightly taller than his father, and his cast of features was altogether different.