“You say, Hector, you have no enemies.”
“No, not that I know of!”
“Think a little, Mr. Carriston. What about thirty years back?”
“Thirty years back!” repeated Carriston, growing pale.
“And Captain Malcolm, who ran off with your wife and child!”
“How do you know that?” asked the Rector, with a reproachful glance at Roylands. “Has Maurice”—
“I have said nothing, sir,” cried Maurice, flushing deeply; “how can you suspect me of such a thing?”
“I beg your pardon, my dear lad,” replied the Rector penitently; “I was wrong to do so. Still, how does Mr. Justinian know”—
“For the very simple reason that he was Captain Malcolm,” said the Demarch faintly.
“You!” cried Carriston, recoiling with a shudder,—“you! Are you the man who wrecked my life, and stole my dear ones from me?”