"Perhaps I do," he replied, determined not to let her know the extent of his knowledge. "But if you came here to see Lancaster, he's gone."
"That's a lie," said Miss Berry, coolly.
"Search the house then," retorted Eustace, serenely, meeting her with her own weapons. "I give you full permission."
She looked at him again. "No," she said, after a close scrutiny. "I guess I believe you."
"I am flattered."
"Not a bit. You feel angry. Where is Frank?"
"I don't know."
"Oh, yes, you do," she rejoined persuasively; "and see here, there's five hundred pounds to be earned."
"So I believe," said Eustace, coolly, "and your uncle is playing the part of a philanthropist."
"You can put it that way if you like, Eustace. Come, tell me where the boy is. I wish him well."