He looked pale, haggard, and worn.
It was Phillip Redgill himself.
Captain Jack could have sunk through the floor.
“Do you know this person?” said Death-wing, speaking to Phillip.
“I do, well; too well for my own comfort.”
“Did you hear his story about your escape?”
“I did; every word of it.”
“Was it true?”
“No; every word he uttered was a lie.”
“Did he not bargain not to arrest you for a certain sum?”