"Which you feloniously kept from him? Was that what you mean?"
"Ye—yes."
"No, I didn't."
Peter looked relieved.
"Where is he now?"
"Heaven knows! I don't. He deserted from the ship at Rio Janeiro. But let me ask you, in turn, Peter, what has become of the mother, whom each of us has so much reason to hate?"
"I don't know."
"Then she is no longer a tenant of yours?"
"She moved in less than a month after you went away."