"No. He knows nothing of it. Nothing."
"If he had known of all this and you had found the news which you thought had come from me to be true—that the man for whose family you had sinned in this way was the same who had wronged Gareth, what then?"
There was such a glitter in his eyes as they met mine that I almost feared he had read the thought and intent behind my words.
"I would have had his life first and"—he checked himself with sudden effort.
"And what?" I asked.
"I would have killed him," he murmured, doggedly.
"The rest is your secret?" I hazarded. He made no other answer than to glance at me quickly.
"If I tell you to-morrow where to find Gareth, will you make public what you have told me to-day and denounce the men who were concerned in my father's ruin?"
At the direct question he was profoundly agitated again. "Is there no other way?"
"No. None. I am pleading for my father's honour."