“Anything more?”
“This man, who calls himself my father, has come to trade upon his knowledge of that deceit.”
The old legal terrier was beginning to awake in him—to prick its ears and show its teeth.
“To trade? I understand. Hush-money, eh?”
“He has had one large sum from her already. I believe, on my honour, sir, it was his demanding a second this morning that drove her to this step.”
“Very likely—very probable indeed.”
He resumed his pacing again, plunged into frowning thought. I rejoiced to see this grasp, this stiffening, this recovery in him of an ancient forceful shrewdness, Presently he stopped.
“Do you guess where she is gone, Richard?”
“Yes, I guess, sir.”
“Where?”