‘I must have ten minutes more,’ said Rust.
‘You can’t.’
‘I must, I will,’ exclaimed Rust, sternly.
He tossed him a dollar, which the man caught in his hand with professional dexterity; and then, with a grin, said: ‘Well, if you’re so very anxious, of course you must be accommodated;’ and disappearing, shut the door.
‘You said that you were guilty,’ resumed Rust, turning to his daughter. ‘I know it. There’s but one more so. You know to whom I allude. What is his name?’
The girl grew very pale, and hung down her head in silence.
‘Who is he?’ again demanded her father, seizing her arm with a strong grasp.
Still she made no reply.
‘Be it so,’ said Rust flinging her hand from him. ‘Perhaps silence is best. Now, one other question. Where is he?’
She shook her head, and replied in a scarcely audible tone that she did not know.