"
"A discovery?"
"Yes. The circumstances are such that I do not feel that anybody should
know of it just yet, but you. However--"
"I think you must leave me to decide, after hearing you--"
"I believe I will. I am not in the least afraid to do so. Miss Weyland,
Henry G. Surface is alive."
Her face showed how completely taken back she was by the introduction of
this topic, so utterly remote from the subject she had expected of him.
"Not only that," continued Queed, evenly--"he is within reach. Both
he--and some property which he has--are within reach of the courts."
"Oh! How do you know?... Where is he?"
"For the present I am not free to answer those questions."
There was a brief silence. Sharlee looked at the fire, the stirrings of
painful memories betrayed in her eyes.
"We knew, of course, that he might be still alive," she said slowly.
"I--hope he is well and happy. But--we have no interest in him now.
That is all closed and done with. As for the courts--I am sure that he
has been punished already more than enough."
"It is not a question of punishing him any more.
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