And your mother--" "Larry!" She tensely gripped his arm.
"Your mother was of a good family.

I imagine something like Miss Sherwood's kind--though not so rich and not having such social standing.
She died when you were born.

She never knew what your father's business actually was; he passed for a country gentleman.

He was about the smoothest and biggest crook of his time, and a straight crook if there is such a thing." "Larry!" she breathed.
"He kept this gentleman-farmer side of his life and his marriage entirely hidden from his crook acquaintances; that is, from all except one whom he trusted as his most loyal friend.

Before you were old enough to remember, he was tripped up and sent away on a twenty-year sentence." "And he's--he's still in prison ?" whispered Maggie.
Larry did not heed the interruption.