“Yes, he told me that,” she answered composedly.
Well, I didn’t think he’d own up to that.”
“My husband and I had no secrets.”
“What does he want of the boy now?” asked Rudolph.
It is I that want to find the boy.”
“Without his knowledge?”
“If you refer to my husband, he is dead.”
“Well, I didn’t expect that. Who has got the estate?”
“I have.”
The tramp whistled. Here was a poor governess, who had succeeded in life with a vengeance. When he knew her she was not worth fifty pounds in the world. Now she was mistress of a fine English estate, with a rental of two thousand pounds.