“What are you doing here?”
“Watching my master’s interests—watching over you.”
“Then you have heard?”
“Every word, my child.”
“You cursed spy!” cried Harry fiercely, as he seized the old man by the throat.
“You’ve done enough, Master Harry Vine, enough to transport you, sir; and if he dies to send you to your death.”
“Crampton!” shrieked Madelaine, as Harry drew back trembling.
“Be merciful, like you, my dear? No, I cannot.”
“Then you’ll go and tell—”
“What I’ve heard now, my dear? No; there is no need.”