'My mother gave it me, sir,' was the reply.
'And who wrote these names?' he asked, pointing to the words written on the fly-leaf, which were, "Margaret Jones, from her affectionate brother, William Jones."
'My uncle, sir, I believe, who gave the book to my mother.'
'And your mother—your mother, who was she?'
'The daughter of a clergyman, sir.'
'I know that. But where—what—who?'
'That is what I don't know, sir.'
'Who did she marry? For God's sake tell me all, Gladys.'
'She ran away with my father, sir, an Irish soldier, a corporal named O'Grady. She went abroad with him, and did not come back to Ireland for two years.'
'And then—and her father—and—and her brother?'