If he were in this country it would be within the four walls of a prison." She looked across at him.
"You have set them on--the police--then ?" she said.

"You would hunt him down still?
After all these years ?" "Ay!" he answered.--"Tell me where he is hiding in this country, and I will promise you that his days of freedom are over." She pointed to me.
"His father ?" "Ay, were he his father a hundred times over." She turned to me as though in protest, but my face gave her no encouragement.

She rose wearily to her feet.
"I will go," she muttered.

"Guy," she added, turning to me, "you are honest.

You will always be honest.