“Did the girl scream?”
“Oh, no. She relaxed in his arms. She knew she could trust my father. He rushed her to his shooting lodge in the forest and hid her there for several weeks.”
“But, Isabelle, didn’t he fall in love with her?”
“Certainly.”
“But he was married.”
“Well, a little thing like that wouldn’t matter to a man like my father. He loved her but he told her he could not marry her because of Max and me.”
“And did he leave her?”—disconsolately.
“Yes, he left her.”
“Did the police find her?”