"What are you going to do, Paul?"
"I don't know. But I know I can't tell my father."
"Why not?"
Paul's voice shook. "He might believe him. If my father believed him
I'd have to go with him."
"You don't remember him? You don't remember him at all, Paul?" Flip
asked.
Paul shook his head.
"You don't think he is your father?" Flip asked.
Paul shook his head again and he was shivering.
"We'd better go in," Flip said. "You're cold."
Georges Laurens was shut up in his tiny study and Flip and Paul
crouched in front of the fire.
"Thank goodness Aunt Colette isn't here," Paul said. "She'd guess
something was the matter right away."
"I wish she _were_ here!" Flip cried. "She'd know what to do."