His fingers had closed over my wrist and, still holding it, he motioned me to be seated.
“Glad you’re here, Davy.”
“And lots to tell you, Governor. I’ve good news for you.”
“Alan?”
Now, the Governor had never been as quick as that, and I ascribe it to the uncanny prescience which comes to the very sick.
“Yes—Alan.” I drew out the cross from my pocket and laid it before him.
“Governor, you don’t need to be ashamed of Alan. He sent that to you, and told me to tell you how he’d won it.”
He looked up quickly at the mater, and his lip trembled so that we hurriedly changed the subject. I left him presently, with a promise to return, and went out into the hall, where Molly’s hand slid into mine.
“Aunt Janie?”