The Sport of the Gods · Chapter 13 (2/2)

“Ah, Leslie, you and I will keep the secret. No one shall ever know.”

“Yes, dear, but⁠—but⁠—what of Berry?”

“What of Berry?” he cried, starting up excitedly. “What is Berry to Frank? What is that nigger to my brother? What are his sufferings to the honour of my family and name?”

“Never mind, Maurice, never mind, you are right.”

“It must never be known, I say, if Berry has to rot in jail.”

So they wrote a lie to Frank, and buried the secret in their breasts, and Oakley wore its visible form upon his heart.