common talk, not so. Ask me Sir Oliver--ay, or Carter, if ye will; not

me."

And Hatch set off to make the rounds, leaving Dick in a muse.

Wherefore would he not tell me?" thought the lad. "And wherefore named

he Carter? Carter--nay, then Carter had a hand in it, perchance."

He entered the house, and passing some little way along a flagged and

vaulted passage, came to the door of the cell where the hurt man lay

groaning. At his entrance Carter started eagerly.

Have ye brought the priest?" he cried.

Not yet awhile," returned Dick. "Y' 'ave a word to tell me first. How

came my father, Harry Shelton, by his death?"

The man's face altered instantly.

I know not," he replied, doggedly.

Nay, ye know well," returned Dick. "Seek not to put me by."

I tell you I know not," repeated Carter.

Then," said Dick, "ye shall die unshriven. Here am I, and here shall

stay. There shall no priest come near you, rest assured. For of what

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