Then it flashed upon him. He turned with flaming eyes to where the Marquis sat, quietly watching him.
"Oh, my God!" That was all. He could say no more. His heart was in his throat.
Then, hoarse and trembling, he put out his hands.
"Tell me it is not true! Tell me it is not true!"
"What is not true, Alan Carmichael?"
"That that was he who died in the wood yonder."
"That was General Alasdair Carmichael."
"My father?"
"Your father!"