Blake.
That gentleman bowed and named the sum, which was liberal enough, and
the bank.
"But," continued the detective, ignoring the sudden flash of eye that
passed between the father and son, "let me or any of us hear of a
word having been uttered by you, which in the remotest way shall
suggest that you have in the world such a connection as Mrs. Blake,
and the money not only stops going into the bank, but old scores
shall be raked up against you with a zeal which if it does not stop
your mouth in one way, will in another, and that with a suddenness
you will not altogether relish."
The men with a dogged air from which the bravado had however fled,
turned and looked from one to the other of us in a fearful, inquiring
way that duly confessed to the force of the impression made by these
words upon their slow but not unimaginative minds.
"Do you three promise to keep our secret if we keep yours?" muttered
the father with an uneasy glance at my pocket.
"We certainly do," was our solemn return.
"Very well; call in the girl and let me just look at her, then, before
we go. We won't say nothing," continued he, seeing Mr. Blake shrink,
"only she is my daughter and if I cannot bid her good-bye--"
"Let him see his child," cried Mr. Blake turning with a shudder to the
window.
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