“You said, sir, that she believed that you knew the name of her father’s murderer.”
“Some such madness, Jack. But I can assure you that it was a most unholy, startling incident. I can see her now standing like a young figure of Fate, with a pistol in her hand and her eyes like two live coals. I told her to go to bed, and then she fired at me. Southern blood—Southern blood! Not that I bear any malice against the poor thing, John, though she was so near sending me to my account with all my sins upon my head. What more do you want to know?”
“Where she is.”
My lord pushed some of the papers aside with a trace of impatience.
“Safe, and well cared for, Jack. Dr. Hemstruther’s commands. We applied to the Chancery—”
“Where, sir, did you say?”
“The child has everything that can make life easy.”
“You have not told me yet, sir, where she is.”
My lord swung to one side of the bed, and, putting an arm round the carved corner-post, looked straight into his son’s face.
“You want to know the one thing, Jack, that I have not the least intention of telling you.”