“There are others who are cognizant of it, Mrs. Estabrook. Grant succeeded in foiling Mr. Ford in his attempt to recover Herbert, who had run away from his place of confinement.”
“You are prejudiced against my son, Mr. Reynolds,” said Mrs. Estabrook, her voice trembling with anger.
“Not more than against you, Mrs. Estabrook. I have a serious charge to bring against you.”
“What do you mean, sir?” asked the housekeeper, nervously.
“Why did you suppress the letter which my boy wrote to me revealing his place of imprisonment?”
“I don't know what you mean, sir,” she answered, half defiantly.
“I think you do.”
“Did Master Herbert write such a letter?” “Yes.”
“Then it must have miscarried.”
“On the contrary, the postman expressly declares that he delivered it at this house. I charge you with concealing or suppressing it.”