"That would alter matters. But why should he suspect?"
"Fitzgerald, do you know where this boy is?" asked Hugo, searchingly.
"I don't even know that he is living. If you do you know more than I do about him."
"You know, at least, that he did not die at the time you reported his death."
"Well, I don't mind confessing as much as that."
"You played me false!" said Hugo, with angry bitterness.
"Suppose I did?" retorted Fitzgerald, defiantly. "That's better than to kill an innocent boy, isn't it?"
"Hush!" exclaimed Hugo, in alarm. "Don't use such words. They might be overheard."
"How do you know the boy is alive?" asked Fitzgerald, after a pause.
"I saw him myself within a week."