“Yes, father,” she faltered.
“It was to Tom Fraser,” he said, in a low, angry voice. “And he’s a sneak.”
There was no answer.
“I say it was—to Tom Fraser.”
“No, father, it was not,” said Jessie, in a low clear voice.
“Who was it, then?” cried Dick.
There was no answer.
“I say, who was it, then?”
“It was to his brother Fred, father,” said Jessie, almost in a whisper.
But all the same Tom Fraser had stood at the entrance to the court, and been a witness of the scene.