She said, “No.”
“The name has some association for you? Come now, let’s not beat around the bush.”
She said, “My father mentioned a Hocksley in one of his letters.”
“How long ago?”
“Oh, perhaps twenty years.”
Karr laughed mirthlessly. “Hardly the same Hocksley,” he said.
Tragg didn’t shift his eyes. “You were a child at the time?”
“Yes.”
“How old?”
“Seven.”