The girl may have hid from her mother all newspapers referring to
me. That may well be; but it's not the way that will bring
understanding."
"I think it's the truth, sir, for Darius Boland spoke naught of the
mother--indeed, he said only what would make me think the girl came with
her own ends in view. Faith, I'm sure the mother did not know."
"She will know now. Your Darius Boland will tell her."
"By St. Peter, it doesn't matter who tells her, sir. The business must
be faced."
"Michael, order my horse, and I will go to Spanish Town. This matter
must be brought to a head. The truth must be told. Order my horse!"
"It is the very heat of the day, sir."
"Then at five o'clock, after dinner, have my horse here."
"Am I to ride with you, sir?"
Dyck nodded. "Yes, Michael. There's only one thing to do--face all the
facts with all the evidence, and you are fact and evidence too. You know
more of the truth than any one else."
Several hours later, when the sun was abating its force a little, after
travelling the burning roads through yams and cocoa, grenadillas and all
kinds of herbs and roots and vagrant trees, Dyck Calhoun and Michael
Clones came into Spanish Town.
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