"Do you mean that he is alive?"
"Yes. He feigned death to escape me."
"How could he have known that you were coming?"
"I don't know," was the answer, "but I shall find out. It shall be my business to search for the body of Richard Marlow."
"Do," said Thorold calmly. "And when you find it you will gain the reward of a thousand pounds."
"I shall gain more than that, Mr. Thorold. My daughter----"
"Never! Never! Leave this house, sir, and don't come near me again!"
The man moved towards the door. He had picked up the certificate and put it in his pocket.
"You turn your own father out into the street," he said. "Very good. I shall take my own means of punishing you for your want of filial respect. It is to the bad influence of Mr. Thorold that I owe this reception. Be assured, Mr. Thorold, that I shall not forget it. To revert to the tongue of my progenitors, I shall say Au revoir but not 'Adieu.' We shall meet again."
And clapping on his hat with a jaunty air, Captain Lestrange walked out of the room.