“No; but I did,” said Captain Jack, smiling. “I know all about this house, as well as I do about the ins and out of Darlington Hall.”
“Indeed!”
“Yes; a friend of yours informed me.”
“A friend of mine? Nay, he must have been an enemy.”
“Well, enemy, then, if you like. I daresay you remember his name.”
“I cannot guess.”
“Phillip Redgill.”
“The wretch!”
“Yes; he’s all that, and more; but I think his career of crime is well nigh ended. He is in gaol.”
“I need not ask for what, perhaps?”