This praise of Sir Daniel put a thought in the lad 's head . `` Bennet , '' he said , `` how came my father by his end ? '' `` Ask me not that , '' replied Hatch . `` I had no hand nor knowledge in it ; furthermore , I will even be silent , Master Dick . For look you , in a man 's own business there he may speak ; but of hearsay matters and of common talk , not so . Ask me Sir Oliver -- ay , or Carter , if ye will ; not me . '' And Hatch set off to make the rounds , leaving Dick in a muse . `` Wherefore would he not tell me ? '' thought the lad . `` And wherefore named he Carter ? Carter -- nay , then Carter had a hand in it , perchance . '' He entered the house , and passing some little way along a flagged and vaulted passage , came to the door of the cell where the hurt man lay groaning . At his entrance Carter started eagerly . `` Have ye brought the priest ? '' he cried . `` Not yet awhile , '' returned Dick . `` Y ' ` ave a word to tell me first . How came my father , Harry Shelton , by his death ? '' The man 's face altered instantly . `` I know not , '' he replied , doggedly .
`` Nay , ye know well , '' XXXXX Dick .
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