“Why, that young Bolton is in prison,” said Captain Jack, with a smile.
“Serve him right, then, if he is guilty of that foul deed of which you accuse him.”
“Yes, now you come to think on it, it was a foul and bloody affair, wasn’t it?”
“Most horrible.”
“And, just to think as how the old man didn’t offend even a mouse, and to be cruelly butchered for the sake of a few hundred pounds, and his son clapped in gaol as an accomplice in the deed! He must have been an artful chap as planned that affair.”
“Yes, truly, he must, and an heartless villain also,” said Phillip. “But why do you stare at me so?”
“Nothing. I was only going to ask you a question,” said Captain Jack, stroking his chin in deep thought.
“What is it?”
“Your father is very rich?”
“Yes; what of that?”