It seemed to the Count that he was as well in bed as anywhere else, and upon this opinion he acted.
In about an hour's time the door was cautiously unlocked, and a tray, containing some breakfast, laid upon the floor; but at the same time he was permitted to see that a cordon of grooms and keepers guarded against his flight.

He showed a wonderful appetite, all circumstances considered, smoked a couple of cigars, and at last decided upon getting up and donning his evening clothes.

Thereafter nothing occurred, beyond the arrival of a luncheon tray, till the afternoon was well advanced; by which time even his good spirits had become a trifle damped, and his apprehensions considerably increased.
At last his prison door was again thrown open, this time by Sir Justin himself.
"Come in, my dear," he said in a grave voice; and with a downcast eye and scarlet cheek the fair Julia met her guest again.
Her father closed the door, and they seated themselves before their prisoner, who, after a profound obeisance to the lady, faced them from the edge of his bed with an air of more composure than he felt.
"I await your explanation, Sir Justin," he began, striking at once the note which seemed to him (so far as he could guess) most likely to be characteristic of an innocent and much-injured man.
"You shall have it," said Sir Justin grimly.

"Julia, you asked this person to my house under the impression that he was the nephew of that particularly obnoxious fanatic, Count Herbrand Bunker, and still engaged upon furthering his relative's philanthropic and other visionary schemes." "But isn't he----" began Julia with startled eyes.
"I am Count Bunker," said our hero firmly.
"The nephew in question ?" inquired Sir Justin.
"Certainly, sir." Again Sir Justin turned to his daughter.
"I have already told you what I think of your conduct under any circumstances.

What your feelings will be I can only surmise when I inform you that I have detained this adventurer here until I had time to despatch a wire and receive an answer from Scotland Yard." Both Count and Julia started.
"What, sir!" exclaimed Bunker.
Quite unmoved by his protest, his captor continued, this time addressing him-- "My memory, fortunately, is unusually excellent, and when you told me this morning who you were related to, I recalled at once something I had heard of your past career.