“I have just read the article in the Sentinel, and found it of such absorbing interest that I should like to read or hear the rest.”
“Ask me any questions you please,” was the reply.
“Who was this Eva Somerville?”
“The daughter of Nellie Groves, who married a rich New Yorker named Somerville, and afterward left him, returning home to die of a broken heart.”
The deserted husband’s anger was terrible, but he calmed himself with a violent effort, asking simply:
“Are you sure?”
“Of my facts? Yes. I went down into the neighborhood and wrote up the story.”
“The girl’s father—where was he?”
“I heard nothing of him, except that the Groves family, resenting his treatment of their daughter, had kept him in ignorance of his child’s existence.”
“Curses on them!” he muttered hoarsely, thus betraying his identity.