The man laughed harshly.
'Where is my father?'
'Who is your father?'
'Lord Rantremly.'
'He is dead also.'
'How came he to die?'
'He died from a stroke of paralysis on the morning the butler was killed.'
The rescued man made no comment on this, but turned and ate a little more of his food. Then he said to me:—
'Do you know a girl named Sophia Brooks?'
'Yes. For ten years she thought you dead.'