Mr. Cass rose also pale and agitated. "In Heaven's name who told you that?" he cried.
"I dreamt it in the Turnpike House----"
"The very place," Mr. Cass said, under his breath.
"It was a dream, and yet not a dream," continued Neil. "Myself I believe it was a recovery of the memories which you say were destroyed by illness. Ah! Now I know why you will not let me marry your daughter. It is because I am the son of a murdered man!"
"No," was the deliberate answer. "You may as well know the truth. Your mother is now in prison for the murder of her husband--of your father!"
[CHAPTER VII.]
WEBSTER'S CHILDHOOD.
Knowing what he did of Neil Webster. Mr. Cass quite prepared to see him faint upon hearing the terrible truth. But to his unconcealed astonishment the young man, beyond losing his colour, remained unmoved.
"I should like to hear the whole story, please," he said, quietly.
Mr. Cass was almost frightened by his calmness. "A glass of wine----"