“If you do not know, you are not sane. Cannot you see the motive for your confinement?”
“Certainly I can. It is easy to see that.”
And Aymer briefly related the circumstances.
“And where is your Violet?”
“Doubtless at Belthrop, or spirited away—perhaps abroad. Far enough from me, at all events.”
“Not so: she is in this very place.”
“I don’t believe it. They would keep her away.”
“I am sure of it. What should you do if you got out?”
“I should go straight to Belthrop—or, stay, perhaps I should go to Mr Broughton. He would protect me.”
“Broughton—ah! he is a lawyer. I see you are sane. I must have a look at you. Turn your face towards the picture of the ‘Last Supper.’”