“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.”
“What do you mean?”
“To watch over you, whether my poor master lives or dies. I know you! You’d forgive him if he asked.”
“Never! But Crampton, it is our secret. He must go—to repent. Dear Crampton,” she cried, throwing her arms about his neck, “you must be merciful too!”