You may turn up what you like, but it doesn't alter the fact.

I am your brother.
When I heard of my father's death I was in India, and made up my mind to come home on the chance the old boy had forgiven me and left me some of the needful in his will.

Your guardian, Oliphant, had little idea that the Indian chum who made such a long journey to pay him a visit at Maxfield was really the man to whom the place ought to have belonged if every one had his rights.

Of course I soon found out my mistake.

The old man kept up his grudge to the end, and cut me out of his will without even a shilling.