But there is the other side.

Do you think that he would let a man's life stand in his way?
Not he! He'd commit a murder, or would have done in those days, as readily as you or I would sweep away a fly.

And it is because he is that sort of man that I want to know more about my father's death." "You are talking of serious things, Miss Wendermott," Mr.Cuthbert said gravely.
"Why not?
Why shirk them?
My father's death was a serious thing, wasn't it?
I want an account of it from the only man who can render it." "When you disclose yourself to Mr.Trent I should say that he would willingly give you--" She interrupted him, coming over and standing before him, leaning against his table, and looking him in the face.
"You don't understand.

I am not going to disclose myself! You will reply to Mr.Trent that the daughter of his old partner is not in need of charity, however magnificently tendered.

You understand ?" "I understand, Miss Wendermott." "As to her name or whereabouts you are not at liberty to disclose them.
You can let him think, if you will, that she is tarred with the same brush as those infamous and hypocritical relatives of hers who sent her father out to die." Mr.Cuthbert shook his head.
"I think, young lady, if you will allow me to say so that you are making a needless mystery of the matter, and further, that you are embarking upon what will certainly prove to be a wild-goose chase.