"Where did my mother die, Mr. Kenyon?" demanded Oliver, looking fixedly at his step-father.
"Can he have met his mother?" thought Kenyon, momentarily disturbed. But he inwardly decided in the negative. Of course they might meet some day, but then he would be in Europe and out of harm's reach.
"You know very well where she died."
"Do you object to tell me?"
"I object to answering foolish questions. What is your motive in reviving this melancholy subject?"
"I want to ask you to have my mother's remains brought to this town and laid beside the body of my father in our family tomb."
"He is still in the dark!" thought Mr. Kenyon.
"Impossible!" he answered.
"That's true enough," thought Oliver.
"Have you any other business?" asked his step-father.