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He lied. Mr. Sutherland knew that he lied and Frederick knew that he knew it.
A shadow fell between them, which the older, with that unspeakable fear
upon him roused by Sweetwater's whispered suspicions, dared no longer
attempt to lift.
After a few minutes in which Frederick seemed to see his father age before
his eyes, Mr. Sutherland coldly remarked:
"Dr. Talbot must know of this will. It has been sent here to me from Boston by
a lawyer who drew it up two years ago. The coroner may not as yet have
heard of it. Will you accompany me to his office to-morrow? I should like to
have him see that we wish to be open with him in an affair of such
"I will accompany you gladly," said Frederick, and seeing that his father
neither wished nor was able to say anything further, he bowed with distant
ceremony as to a stranger and quietly withdrew. But when the door had
closed between them and only the memory of his father's changed
countenance remained to trouble him, he paused and laid his hand again on
the knob, as if tempted to return. But he left without doing so, only to turn
again at the end of the hall and gaze wistfully back. Yet he went on.
As he opened his own door and disappeared within, he said half audibly:
"Easy to destroy me now, Amabel. One word and I am lost!"