“Did your grandmother get you word about the police?” Maggie asked with suppressed excitement as soon as they were seated.
“Yes. She came out here about midnight.”
“Then why, while you still had time, didn't you get farther away from New York than this?”
“If I'm to be caught, I'm to be caught; in the meantime, this is as safe a place as any other for me. Besides, I wanted to have at least one more talk with you—after something new grandmother told me about you.”
“Something new about me?” echoed Maggie, startled by his grave tone. “What?”
“About your father,” he said, watching closely for the effect upon her of his revelations.
“What about my father? What's he been doing that I don't know about?”
“You do not know a single thing that your father has done.”
“What!”
“Because you do not know who your father is.”