"How?"
"She was murdered by some enemy of her husband. The man escaped, but left his name behind him. It was Patricksen."
"Patricksen?"
"Yes. That must be fourteen years ago, and since then he has lived alone at Port Erin. Do you wish to go there?"
"Ay—that is, so I intended."
"Why?"
"To look for someone."
"Who is it?"
"My father."
For a moment Greeba was silent, and then she said with her eyes down: