"Who told you?" he demanded. He continued to stare at me; his attitude remained unchanged.
"Doctor Rugvie."
"What the devil does he know about it?"
"He has the certificate—my mother's marriage certificate."
"To which one?"
"To my father."
"An' he says Ewart is your father?"
"He believes he is from the evidence—"
"Evidence be damned. Has he shown you the name?"
"No, I could n't—I would n't let him tell me."