We'll begin with those you've caused.
What was Letcher's game ?" "His right name is Leicester, sir.

He is Mr.Plinlimmon's cousin -- or second cousin, rather--though Mr.Plinlimmon don't know it." Mr.Whitmore, with his gloss rubbed off, was fast returning to his native style even in speech.

You could as little mistake him now for a gentleman as for a priest.
"And how does that bear on your pretty plot ?" "I will tell you, gentlemen: for when George Leicester forced me to it--and it was only under threats so terrible that you would hardly believe--" "In other words, he knew enough to hang you." "It was terrorism, gentlemen: I was his slave, body and soul.
But when he came and proposed this, and never told me what he was to get by it--for the plan was all his, and I stood to win nothing, absolutely nothing--I determined to find out for myself, thinking (you see) that by getting at his secret I might put myself on level terms." "You mean, that you might discover enough to hang _him_.

I hope you succeeded." "To this extent, Mr.Rogers--George Leicester and Archibald Plinlimmon's mother were first cousins.

There were three Leicesters to begin with, as you might say--Sir Charles, who was head of the family and is living yet, though close on eighty, and two younger brothers, Archibald and Randall, both dead.