“I was a fool to tell him! And I was a fool to tell you I told him!”
“I’ll beat him to death when I find him, that’s all I’ll do!” Keith roared, with his new bass voice.
“If you ever touch him or mention my name to him—or his name to me,” Immy stormed, “I’ll—I’ll kill—I’ll kill myself. Do you understand?”
“Aw, Immy, Immy!” Keith pleaded with wonderful pity in his voice. Then she wept, long, piteously, in stabbing sobs that tore the heart of her father.
He knew that she was in her brother’s arms, for he could hear his voice deep with sympathy. But RoBards dared not make a third there. It was no place for a father.
He went to his library and stood staring at the marble hearthstone. Somewhere down there was what was left of Jud Lasher. He had not been destroyed utterly, for he was still abroad like a fiend, wreaking cruel harm.
Immy spoke and RoBards was startled, for he had not heard her come in:
“Papa.”
“Yes, my darling!”
“Do you think Jud Lasher will ever come back?”