"Mr. Fairfield, where is Dock Vincent?" asked the suffering father, when he and Levi had been admitted to the kitchen.
"I don't know no more'n nothin' in the world," whined the miser. "I hain't seen nothin' on him."
"You don't know!" repeated Mr. Watson, sternly.
"No more'n nothin' in the world," answered the old man, who realized that the first instalment of trouble on account of Dock's little plan was about to come upon him.
"Yes, you do know where he is. Read that letter;" and the merchant handed him the epistle he had received from Dock.
Mr. Fairfield took the letter, put on his glasses, and studied out its contents.
"I don't know nothin' about it," pleaded the old man, as he looked over his spectacles at the stern parent.
"Don't tell me that! I'm not to be trifled with. I want my daughter, and you are a party to this conspiracy. If you don't speak I'll wring an answer out of you by force," said Mr. Watson, his patience exhausted, and his indignation so aroused that he could not control it.
MR. WATSON IS EXCITED.—Page 227.