He rose and did so, and put the key in his pocket.
Phillip was now apprehensive of danger, and turned deadly pale.
His father began to stutter out something, but could not speak plainly.
“I have come here on a very important bit of business,” said Captain Jack, “and like an honest man, as I am, don’t want to hurt the tender feelings of any one.”
“I don’t understand you,” said the old merchant.
“Well, there has been murder committed, that’s all,” said Captain Jack, with a low chuckle.
“Murder!” gasped the old merchant, retreating a step or two in surprise and horror.
“Murder!” echoed Phillip, with a well-feigned look of astonishment.
“Yes, murder, gentlemen, that’s all.”
“And what have I to do with such a foul charge?” asked the merchant, indignantly.