Harry did not open his mouth. He could not appreciate the news of his father's death, but then he would have been equally slow to realise that he was alive. So completely had the missing ironmaster passed out of the world of ascertainable fact and of positive statement; so dead was he already to his son.
"When did he die?" asked the latter presently; and his voice was unmoved.
"On the night between Good Friday and Easter Day."
"This year?"
"No; over four years ago."
Harry leapt to his feet.
"Where was it he died?"
"At sea——"
"At sea!"
"Between Newhaven and Dieppe."