The officers found him troublesome at first until they had made it clear that it was useless for him to ask questions or beg for papers.

They made a sort of inspection of his study indeed, and cleared away even the papers he had.

Redwood's voice was high and expostulatory.

"But don't you see," he said over and over again, "it's my Son, my only Son, that is in this trouble.

It isn't the Food I care for, but my Son." "I wish indeed I could tell you, Sir," said the officer.