“It is the truth! Reginald Germaine, look me in the face, and see if I am not speaking the truth.”
Yes; no one could look in those dark, solemn eyes and doubt his words.
Stunned, giddy, bewildered, Ray dropped into his seat, feeling as if the room was whirling round him.
“And you—who, in Heaven’s name are you, that know all this?” he passionately asked.
“That I will tell you presently. Suffice it to say that I do know that I am speaking God’s truth.”
“Angels in heaven! the Countess De Courcy my mother! From whom did you learn this?”
“From your father.”
“My father is dead.”
“Your father is not.”
“What?”