"Yes—no—that is, I never had anything."
"Take the money; for God's sake take it, and do what you like with it, or I'll die in torture," cried Stephen Orry, and with a groan he threw himself backward on the bed.
"I'll keep it for your son," said Jason. "His name is Michael Sunlocks, isn't it? And he has sailed for Iceland, hasn't he? That's my country, and I may meet him some day."
Then in a broken voice Stephen Orry said, "If you have a father he must be proud of you, my lad. Who is he?"
And Jason answered moodily, "I have no father—none I ever knew."
"Did he die in your childhood?"
"No."
"Before you were born?"
"No."
"Is he alive?"