Mr. Bunker looked relieved.
"Because, you see, I know now what you got."
Mr. Bunker turned very pale.
"What do you know?"
"I know exactly what you got when I was taken away."
Mr. Bunker said nothing; yet there was in his eyes a look as if a critical moment long expected had at last arrived, and he waited.
"When my mother died and you became my guardian, I was not left penniless."
"It's a lie—you were."
"If I had been, you would have handed me over to your brother-in-law, Coppin, the builder; but I had property."
"You had nothing."