“Exposed yourself to all that risk, and for nothing,” cried James Brandon.
“Don’t say ‘yourself,’ dad,” cried Sam softly. “It was your doing; you sent me.”
James Brandon was silent for a time.
“You are sure he did not know you?” he said at last.
“Of course I am. Don’t I tell you it was dark as pitch?”
“Then how do you know it was Tom who came?”
“Who else was likely to come?”
“Of course—of course,” murmured James Brandon; “who indeed?”
“Besides, that other chap was outside, and helped me with the ladder.”
James Brandon gave quite a jump.