“Certainly,” replied Barclugh, as he led the way to his private office and left Segwuna in the outer room.
“I understand, sir,” said Dr. Greydon, sternly, “that you have been the secret agent of the British in our midst, you, who have asked my daughter for marriage. Now, sir, is that statement true?”
“By what authority do you make those statements, Dr. Greydon?” parried Barclugh.
“I ask you as a gentleman, Mr. Barclugh, who has extended the courtesies of his home to you, to answer a direct question.”
“But you would not ask me to incriminate myself, Dr. Greydon?” replied Barclugh hesitatingly.
“No, sir. If you are guilty, for the sake of my daughter’s former love for you, you may leave our country. If you insist on not answering I shall let you be apprehended,” insisted Dr. Greydon.
“But what proofs have you that I am concerned in this affair?” asked Barclugh.
Dr. Greydon stepped to the door and called Segwuna to their presence, as he asked her:
“Segwuna, what proof have you that Mr. Barclugh is concerned in this treason?”
Segwuna took from the inner pocket of her waist and placed in Dr. Greydon’s hands the envelope containing the letter brought to Roderick Barclugh by the Swedish fisherman.