‘It’s got me stumped,’ said George eventually. ‘Jack, am I going crackers? I don’t suppose it’s a misprint or something, is it?’ ‘I wouldn’t have thought so,’ said Jack. ‘After all, there you are.’ He gave his friend a sideways look. ‘So, there are two George Lassiters in the world, even if this one lives in London. I wonder if this one knows anything about your missing legacy?’ ‘By jingo, that’s a thought,’ said George slowly. ‘He could be the man who claimed the money.’ Jack clicked his tongue. ‘That’s going a bit too fast. After all, you said your legacy was claimed from South Africa.’ ‘He might have come from South Africa. There’s nothing here to say how long he’s been living at that address.’ ‘No, that’s true. He’s not alone,’ added Jack, putting his finger on the page. ‘Mr David Lassiter, Mr Nigel Lassiter, and look, this presumably is the girl you met, Mrs Anne Lassiter. I wonder who she’s married to? There’s another raft of names, too.
