She has asked for a rather large sum as recompense,
which I can only interpret as outright blackmail. But I assure you,
they are not under lock and key. If it will ease your mind, I will
take you to them after supper. In fact, I insist."
So convincing had the performance been, the casual air and supreme
confidence, that Earl Arthur experienced a moment of doubt. What if
Purceville had spoken the truth, and the charges against him proved
groundless? But his stubborn anger rallied, and he remembered with
whom he was dealing.
"Yes, we will pay a call on them, immediately
---and I mean just
that!---after the evening meal." Which was, of course, exactly what
Purceville wanted.
The old man started to leave, then paused in the doorway. "And when
shall I have the pleasure of speaking to your son?"
The master never batted an eye. "Will tomorrow noon be acceptable?
That is when he is scheduled to return to me with his report." Arthur
grunted, presumably in assent, and left the room.
The stage was set. Alone in her chambers, the old woman smiled.
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