Ravenshaw did not speak.
“Miss Sisily fell over the cliffs by the Moon Rock,” said Thalassa. “I went down for her, but it was too late. She was drowned.”
Austin’s look sought Ravenshaw’s, who nodded in confirmation.
“More horror—more misery,” whispered Austin. A shudder ran through him. “I do not understand,” he said simply. “Thalassa?”
“It’s not for me to explain,” said Thalassa quickly.
“You then, Ravenshaw.”
Ravenshaw spoke slowly.
“They have been looking for the man who killed Robert Turold—your brother. Well, I am he.”
“You!” gasped Austin, in a choking voice. “What do you mean? I do not understand you. My son has been arrested.”
“He has been arrested wrongly, then. It is I—I alone am responsible.”