“Jamie’s.”
“I do not understand.”
“The two gentlemen came to this house when you and I were out, and told Jump that they were empowered by my aunt to pack up and carry off all Jamie’s clothing, which they put into a portmanteau they had brought with them.”
“And then picked up Jamie. He was sitting on the portmanteau,” said Uncle Zachie; then his face became grave. “They said that they acted under authority from Mrs. Trevisa?”
“So Jump says.”
“It can surely not be that he has been moved to the asylum.”
“Asylum, Mr. Menaida?”
“The idiot asylum.”
Judith uttered a cry, and staggered back against the wall.
“Jamie! my brother Jamie!”