Carter bent over, shaking with repressed giggle. Uncle. Uncle. Him, related to that idiot?

"I really think you've got the wrong idea, mister," he said, one hand over his mouth. "Or the wrong person. I don't know any Harold and you're...you can't be related to me."

All he needed was the monocle and it would be a perfect double. The voice wasn't quite right, but it was right enough to make Carter find the entire situation hilarious. He was just so serious about all this.

What did he think Carter was?