Presently he returned to her. He had purposely left her that she might have time to compose herself. When he returned she was calm and stern.
‘You cannot blind me with your falsehoods,’ she said. ‘I know that Mr. Ezekiel Babb was robbed by his own son. I know the prison suit was yours. You confessed it when I showed it you on your return to consciousness: perhaps before you were aware how seriously you committed yourself. I know that you were in jail at Prince’s Town, and that you escaped.’
‘Well, Miss Jordan, what you say is partly true, and partly incorrect.’
‘Are you not Mr. Babb’s son?’ she asked imperiously.
He bowed; he was courtly in manner.
‘Was not his son found guilty of robbing him?’
He bowed again.
‘Was he not imprisoned for so doing?’
‘He was so.’