“You know?”
“Yes, father.”
“Then where is he, sir?”
Nic was silent.
“I desire that you tell me at once.”
Nic’s brow grew more puckered, but his lips tightened. “Look here, boy. Are you going to disgrace me here before Sir John O’Hara by your disobedience, and by refusing to give up this criminal to the law?”
“Father, he is quite innocent, and he has trusted me. I can’t be such a coward—such a wretch—as to give him up.”
The doctor took a step forward as if to seize his son’s arm.
“One moment, Braydon,” said Sir John. “Let me speak to him.”
The doctor drew back, and stood frowning.