"You think your father knew all about it?"
"I cannot help thinking that."
"When did he come back?"
The girl turned white.
"Your promise!" she gasped. "You promised to ask no more questions!"
"I see," said Harry, grimly. "Your father crossed the Channel with mine. This is news indeed!"
"It is not!" cried Miss Lowndes. "I don't admit it. I don't know it. I don't believe it. He told me he had been up in Scotland; he was always going up to Scotland then. Oh, why do you try to wring more from me than I know? I have told you all I know for a fact. Why do you break your promise?"
"I didn't mean to," he answered brokenly. "And yet—it was my duty—to my poor father."
"Your father is gone," she cried. "Spare mine—and me."
"Do you mean that he is—dead?"