"He's frightened," said Florian, "because he doesn't wish me to be—murdered."
"My poor boy! Who could wish it?" Here Florian shook his head. "Of course he doesn't wish it."
"He made me tell about the meadow gates."
"You had to tell that, Flory."
"But it will bring them to murder me. If you had heard them make me promise and had seen their looks! Papa never thought about that till the man had come and worked it all out of me."
"What man?"
"The head of the policemen, Yorke Clayton. Papa was so fierce upon me then, that he made me do it."
"You had to do it," said Frank. "Let things go as they might, you had to do it. You would not have it said of you that you had joined these ruffians against your father."
"I had sworn to Father Brosnan not to tell. But you care nothing for a priest, of course."
"Nothing in the least."