“There was no one there when the boy was brought in.”
“No, but there is now. Father!” He took a step forward. “I'm trapped. They sha'n't take me. You won't let them take me?”
Zani Chada stirred not a muscle, but:
“To-night,” he said, “your mad passion has brought ruin to both of us. For the sake of a golden doll who is not worth the price of the jewels she wears, you have placed yourself within reach of the hangman.”
“I was mad, I was mad,” groaned the other.
“But I, who was sane, am involved in the consequences,” retorted his father.
“He will be silent at the price of the boy's life.”
“He may be,” returned Zani Chada. “I hate him, but he is a man. Had you escaped, he might have consented to be silent. Once you are arrested, nothing would silence him.”
“If the case is tried it will ruin Pat's reputation.”
“What a pity!” said Zani Chada.