The Green Bungalow by Fred M. White

Apparently Blythe was not so busy as he had pretended, for he was not up particularly early on the following morning, and after a leisurely breakfast he made his way round to the reference department of the Public Library and there asked the assistant to let him have a look at a copy of "The History of Heraldry." He had kept quite faithfully in his mind a definite impression of the crest and coat of arms he had seen the night before, and with a little searching of his memory, he found, at length, a coloured plate, over which was the name of the Earl of Fishbourne, followed by a brief biography of that distinguished family.

"Yes, that's it," Blythe said to himself. "Let me see, hasn't Fishbourne got a place not far from Arundel? Ah, here it is, Fishbourne Towers. About four miles from Littlehampton and within view of the coast. I've got some hazy recollection of having stayed there once when I was a boy. Yes, now I come to think of it, I remember it perfectly.