"She won't let him off with death. Twice she has put him to shame in public. She'll never rest until she gets him hanged. There's only one thing puzzles me. I see it's his silence, the waiting, which makes Polly wake up and screech at night. But I dunno myself—has Jesse lost his nerve?"
"She told mother everything."
"And your mother told you. Why?"
"Because—say, mum, you remember the thing your husband called Bull Durham?"
"Brooke."
"Fancy Brooke, the thing which Polly kept like a pet lap-dog. The thing which turned state's evidence to hang my poor old dad. Brooke's come to Spite House as Polly's manager. Yes, now you know why mother's got no more use for Polly—told me I'd best come to you and give you warning. That thing is at Spite House, and mother's gone."
"I see it all now. But one last question. How did you get to England?"
"Do you remember, mum, that my poor dad just thought the world of Jesse?"
"I remember, a legacy for you,—some ponies."