"Because all London now knows the story of the Larcher affair."
"Augh! Get away with ye. Sure it's a fool you're making of old Kerry," said the servant, in an incredulous and angry tone.
"Indeed, I am doing no such thing. I did not know there was any harm in reading those papers, and I did so. But I did more than that, Kerry. I told the story of the tragedy to Frank Linton; and he has written a book on the trial."
"A book! With the real names?"
"No! The names are fictitious, and the scene is laid in a different place. But the whole story is told in the novel."
"Does the master know?" asked Kerry, muttering something between his teeth.
"He does now. Mr. Hilliston saw the book in London, and came over to tell him, and to ask me to say no more about it."
"What's that for, anyhow," demanded Kerry, who seemed to scent new danger.
"Because Mr. Larcher is here!"
Kerry flung up his hands with a cry of astonishment. "Mr. Larcher, miss! Who are you telling about?"