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There were black memories struggling now within him. Tregar moved quietly to Ronador's side, an act of ready loyalty not without dignity in the eyes of Philip. "Your letter hinted something of all this," he said. "Let us be quite fair, Poynter. Ronador feared only for his little son." "Why must we talk in riddles?" cried Diane with a flash of impatience. "Why does Ronador fear for his son?
Her eyes, dark with horror in the colorless oval of her face, met Ronador's with mute appeal. "It it can not be," she added quietly. "The man was Philip Poynter." Ronador caught her hands again with fierce resolve. His eyes were blazing with excitement and anger at the utter faith in her voice.
Your father knows you are here in America?" "No. There was an Arctic expedition. He thinks I have gone hunting with that. At first I thought I could come to America and return with no one the wiser." "Having murdered Miss Westfall!" completed the Baron quietly. Ronador's face was ashen. "Excellency," he choked suddenly, "my little son " "Yes," said Tregar with sudden kindness, "I know.
Where is the candlestick? And the paper? Who found it?" "Carl found it," said Philip. "It was written nearly a quarter of a century ago, by one Theodomir of Houdania." Diane glanced in utter mystification at Ronador's ashen face there was a great fear in his eyes and thence to Baron Tregar. "Excellency," she appealed, "it is all very hard to understand. Who is Theodomir?
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