“What do you know about my past history?”
The young photographer asked the question boldly, watching Blake intently as he did so.
He saw the old man start up and then fall back.
“Who said I knew anything about your history?” he said, sharply.
“I say so, Blake. Come, you had better tell me all. I am willing to nurse you and see you through, but I want the truth from you, and unless I get it you shall go to prison.”
“No! no!”
“I say yes.”
“But Sarah——”
“You mean your daughter?”
“Do you know her?”