He was struggling with a dazed sense.
"I told you that Parson Christian was here and wanted you. He is not here."
And Mercy's weeping seemed to choke her.
"My good girl, and why?"
"They brought you to this room and left you, and now they are gone."
"They! Who?"
"Your brother Hugh and Mr. Drayton."
Paul looked deadly sick at heart.
"Who is this Drayton?"
"The spitten picter of yourself, my lad," said Gubblum; "the man I telt ye of lang ago—him as keeps this house."