“Tell me the truth, Dad,” said Claude. “How far ahead did you see us?”
Old Mensor Williams lowered his head and sighed. “All right, son,”
he said. “You deserve the truth. I saw you meet Miss Carlysle at the
Tavern and not another thing. We had to trace her by old-fashioned
methods and compare your gene lines like I said. The rest is truth. You
know I wouldn’t lie to you.”