“Her uncle!” said Carey.
“Her cruel father,” said Craig.
“Her older brother,” said Maurie.
They turned and stared at each other, stunned. Once more they spoke in one voice.
“Stung!”
“I believe her.” defended Maurie. “She’s led a sad life in a convent all these years—”
“In a boarding-school, you mean,” said Carey.
“Wrong; a girls’ school,” said Craig. They stopped again. Light from the dim distance was coming in their eyes.
And Jac, after leaving the down-headed horse in front of her father’s hotel, stole swiftly up the stairs to her room.