“Have you ever seen an ostrich?” he asked, and, without inquiring, poured more brandy into my glass. “Yes. Why?” “You must admit that ostriches are frankly implausible,” he said. “But clearly not impossible.” “One to you,” I conceded. “But I do think that Fergus being the lost heir to the Comte St. Germain’s fortune is slightly more implausible than an ostrich. Particularly if you consider the part about the marriage license. I mean … a lost legitimate heir? It is France we’re talking about, isn’t it?”
