"It is the cruellest thing I ever heard," said Hugh.
"A dastardly deed," said Lady Rowley.
"But we all feel that for the time he can hardly know what he does," said Nora.
"And where is the child?" Stanbury asked.
"We have not the slightest idea," said Lady Rowley. "I have seen him, and he refuses to tell us. He did say that my daughter should see her boy; but he now accompanies his offer with such conditions that it is impossible to listen to him."
"And where is he?"
"We do not know where he lives. We can reach him only through a certain man—"
"Ah, I know the man," said Stanbury; "one who was a policeman once. His name is Bozzle."
"That is the man," said Sir Marmaduke. "I have seen him."
"And of course he will tell us nothing but what he is told to tell us," continued Lady Rowley. "Can there be anything so horrible as this,—that a wife should be bound to communicate with her own husband respecting her own child through such a man as that?"