His lips moved, and he mumbled something, but the words were wholly unintelligible.

Ray turned to my stepmother.
"When that man," he continued, "had the effrontery to return to this country, he sent his cursed jackal with letters to his son.

I intercepted those letters, and I burned them; but I came straight to London, and I found him out.

I told him then that I spared him only for the sake of his son.

I told him that if ever again he attempted in any way to communicate with him, personally or by letter, nothing should stay my hand.