She laughed hysterically.
"He," she exclaimed, "was over six feet, and broad! It was not he. It may have been some one whom he sent, but it was not he. Guy, have you heard from him? Do you know where he is?"
I shook my head. Ray interposed.
"I think," he said roughly, "that you'll find him at home when you get there, madam, wherever that may be. If he were in this country it would be within the four walls of a prison."
She looked across at him.
"You have set them on—the police—then?" she said. "You would hunt him down still? After all these years?"
"Ay!" he answered.—"Tell me where he is hiding in this country, and I will promise you that his days of freedom are over."
She pointed to me.
"His father?"
"Ay, were he his father a hundred times over."