Chapter 91

But for a while Lance was unable to believe it. The thing seemed too monstrous and too ugly to be real. It sounded like the worst sort of melodrama; it was a horrible smudge across the surface of the night. Yet he had only to look at his grandfather’s face and the set of those blue eyes to know that the thing was a reality. And when he did realise it, it was with a silence, a feeling of mute, tense fierceness that was like the setting of ice. “Who is the fellow?” He was told, and his disgust deepened. He had nothin…