‘I have nothing to say to that,’ returned the lawyer.  ’I have sometimes thought I should like to try to behave like a gentleman myself; only it’s such a one-sided business, with the world and the legal profession as they are.’

‘Then, in the third,’ resumed the drawing-master, ’if it’s Uncle Tim, of course, our fortune’s made.’

‘It’s not Uncle Tim, though,’ said the lawyer.

’Have you observed that very remarkable expression:  Something to his advantage?’ enquired Pitman shrewdly.

‘You innocent mutton,’ said Michael, ’it’s the seediest commonplace in the English language, and only proves the advertiser is an ass.  Let me demolish your house of cards for you at once.  Would Uncle Tim make that blunder in your name?—­in itself, the blunder is delicious, a huge improvement on the gross reality, and I mean to adopt it in the future; but is it like Uncle Tim?’

‘No, it’s not like him,’ Pitman admitted.  ’But his mind may have become unhinged at Ballarat.’

‘If you come to that, Pitman,’ said Michael, ’the advertiser may be Queen Victoria, fired with the desire to make a duke of you.  I put it to yourself if that’s probable; and yet it’s not against the laws of nature.  But we sit here to consider probabilities; and with your genteel permission, I eliminate her Majesty and Uncle Tim on the threshold.  To proceed, we have your second idea, that this has some connection with the statue.  Possible; but in that case who is the advertiser?  Not Ricardi, for he knows your address; not the person who got the box, for he doesn’t know your name.  The vanman, I hear you suggest, in a lucid interval.  He might have got your name, and got it incorrectly, at the station; and he might have failed to get your address.  I grant the vanman.  But a question:  Do you really wish to meet the vanman?’

‘Why should I not?’ asked Pitman.

‘If he wants to meet you,’ replied Michael, ’observe this:  it is because he has found his address-book, has been to the house that got the statue, and-mark my words!—­is moving at the instigation of the murderer.’

‘I should be very sorry to think so,’ said Pitman; ’but I still consider it my duty to Mr Sernitopolis. . .’

‘Pitman,’ interrupted Michael, ’this will not do.  Don’t seek to impose on your legal adviser; don’t try to pass yourself off for the Duke of Wellington, for that is not your line.  Come, I wager a dinner I can read your thoughts.  You still believe it’s Uncle Tim.’

‘Mr Finsbury,’ said the drawing-master, colouring, ’you are not a man in narrow circumstances, and you have no family.  Guendolen is growing up, a very promising girl—­she was confirmed this year; and I think you will be able to enter into my feelings as a parent when I tell you she is quite ignorant of dancing.  The boys are at the board school, which is all very well in its way; at least, I am the last man in the world to criticize the institutions of my native land.  But I had fondly hoped that Harold might become a professional musician; and little Otho shows a quite remarkable vocation for the Church.  I am not exactly an ambitious man...’