He controlled his voice, but in his eyes burned a light that boded ill for his brother's rival when he caught him.
"Well, you can judge for yourself how I know. Andrew noticed the change in Ellen's manner the first time he saw her after she'd been staying with us. The only fellow she met in Edinburgh was yourself, so it must be some one in Perthshire."
The militant Highlander fell back in his chair with a gasp, and the light of battle died out of his eyes.
"Don't you agree with me?" asked his father.
"I—er—I don't know," he stammered.
Mr. Walkingshaw had grown none the less shrewd as his weight of years was lightened.
"Eh?" he demanded quickly, "what do you know about it? Be perfectly frank with me."
"But why should you think that—er—I—"
"Tell me this—do you know of any one who's been paying attention to Ellen Berstoun?"