"I raised ten thousand."
"Only half; well?"
"It was no use."
"My father would refuse to touch it?"
"N-no."
"Then what did he do?"
Lowndes drew back a pace, saying nothing, but watching the boy with twitching eyelids.
"Come, sir, speak out!" cried Harry, "He will tell me himself, you know, when I get back to London."
"He is not there."
"You said he was!"