Mrs. Thorne, as usual, seemed pleased to see them. She was delighted with her hot-water bottle cover too, and Susan, hopping from foot to foot, thought that these polite preliminaries would go on all night. "Mrs. Thorne," she burst in when she couldn't stand it any longer, "we're most frightfully interested in your lion's skin and this that's written on it saying that James Martin shot it, and we were wondering very much if you could tell us anything about this James Martin and where you got the lion's skin-"
"I can tell you plenty about James Martin," said Mrs. Thorne, smiling, "because he was my brother!"
From SUSAN RUSHES IN, Chapter 11, Lion's Skin.