“He made Miles promise not to tell.”
“But he told you!”
“Yes, because it was Anne who gave the clue which led to his discovery; but when he found we all thought him dead, he laid Miles under the strictest charge to say nothing. He is on an ostrich farm in Natal, Jenny, well, and all that he ever was, and more too. He took your photograph from Miles’s book.”
“And I never knew,” moaned Jenny, quite overcome.
“He would not be persuaded that it was not more for your peace not to know of his life, and when Miles was put on honour, what could we do? But now it is all changed. Since Herbert’s discovery he need not be a banished man any more.” And Julius told Jenny the manner of the discovery. She listened, evidently gathering all in, and then she asked: “And what have you done?”
“Nothing as yet.”
“Nothing! while there is this blot on Archie’s name, and he is living in exile, and that Moy is revelling in prosperity. Nothing! Why don’t you publish it to every one?”
“My dear Jenny, I have only known it a week, and I have not been able to find out where Mr. Moy is.”
“What, to have him taken up?”
“Taken up, no; I don’t imagine he could be prosecuted after this length of time and on this kind of evidence. No, to give him warning.”