“You are keeping it from me. That man has taken him, and all this agony of suffering has been in vain.”
“I’d give something if Madelaine were here,” said Uncle Luke. “No, no; I am not keeping back anything. I don’t know anything; I only came back to beg of you to be calm. There, I promise you that you shall know all.”
“Even the worst?”
“Even the worst.”
Louise sank back, and the old man descended to the coffee-room, to find Parkins impatiently walking up and down.
“Well?”
“No, sir; no luck yet,” said that officer.
“What do you mean with your no luck?” cried Uncle Luke angrily. “You don’t suppose I want him found?”
“Perhaps not, sir, but I do. I never like to undertake a job without carrying it through, and I feel over this that I have been regularly tricked.”
“What’s that to me, sir?”