"It was eleven o'clock," avowed Rupert. "I went with Mr. Daw to the station to see him off, and the train was behind time. I thought it was coming up every minute, or I would not have stayed."
Mr. Chattaway had known as much before. "How did you get in?" he asked.
Rupert hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I was let in."
"I conclude you were. By whom?"
"I would rather not tell."
"But I choose that you shall tell."
"No," said Rupert. "I can't tell, Mr. Chattaway."
"But I insist on your telling," thundered Chattaway. "I order you to tell."
He lifted his riding-whip menacingly as he spoke. Rupert stood his ground fearlessly, the expression of his face showing out calm and firm, as the torchlight fell upon it.
"Do you defy me, Rupert Trevlyn?"