More--I know it.

Here!" Trembling hands took up the old letter from the table and proffered it to Justin.

"Here is her own message to you.

Read it again." And what time the young man's eyes rested upon that fine, pointed writing, Sir Richard recited aloud the words he knew by heart, the words that had been ringing in his ears since that day when he had seen her lowered to rest: "'Never let him learn that Justin exists unless it be to punish him by the knowledge for his cruel desertion of me.' It is your mother's voice speaking to you from the grave," the fanatic pursued, and so infected Justin at last with something of his fanaticism.
The green eyes flashed uncannily, the white young face grew cruelly sardonic.

"You believe it ?" he asked, and the eagerness that now invested his voice showed how it really was with him.
"As I have a soul to be saved," Sir Richard repeated.
"Then gladly will I set my hand to it." Fire stirred through Justin now, a fire of righteous passion.