Stonor laughed.
“What do you make of it, Sergeant?” asked the Major.
“John Imbrie to Annie Alexander.”
“Then you suspect——?”
“That this woman is the man’s mother, sir. It first occurred to me last night.”
“By George! there is a certain likeness.”
All those in the tent stared at the two prisoners in astonishment. The couple bore it with sullen inscrutability.
“I am now ready to make a charge against the man, sir.”
The Major sat down. “What is the charge?”
“Murder.”