"I think Sir Winterton might have been a little more explicit," Quisante
remarked. "There's some excuse for thinking an explanation not
unnecessary. What became of the girl? Did she go to Manitoba?"
"I believe she did in the end, but she'd married a man from Dunn's works
and left the town three months after her father was sent to prison."
Quisante came back to the hearth and stood looking down on old Foster.
"Rather a queer story," he said. "But I meant, was there anything against
him of a public nature, in his local record, anything of that sort, you
know."
"I know nothing of that kind," said Foster, raising his eyes and meeting
his leader's. He looked rather puzzled, as if he were still not quite
sure what Quisante's question had meant, in spite of Quisante's
explanation of it. "I'd almost forgotten this, but Japhet Williams
mentioned it the other day. You know Japhet by now. He said he thought he
ought to ask Sir Winterton to make a statement."
A sudden gleam shot through Quisante's eyes.
"Mr. Williams' active conscience at work again?" he asked with a sneering
laugh.
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