He remained silent for a time, his eyes fixed upon the road ahead. Then he said:
"The Government didn't send you to get Cragg's money away from me. Nor did Cragg send you."
"No, my father is afraid of you. He has been forced to trust you even when he knew you were a treacherous defaulter, because of your threats to betray the Cause. But you've been playing a dangerous game and I believe my father would have killed you, long ago, if—"
"Well, if what?"
"If you hadn't been his own nephew."
He turned upon her with sudden fierceness.
"Look out!" she called. "I've not the same objection to killing my cousin."
"Your cousin!"
"To be sure. You are the son of Peter Cragg, my father's brother, who returned to Ireland many years ago, when he was a young man. Ned Joselyn is an assumed name; you are Ned Cragg, condemned by the British government for high treason. You are known to be in America, but only I knew where to find you."
"Oh, you knew, did you?"