Not in the least knowing why, Archie proceeded to do so. He still felt absolutely defiant and desperate, but for some instinctive reason he obeyed.
Enormous and terrible, his father stood before him.
"Did you put those coals on your mother's hearthrug?" asked Lord Davidstow.
"No," said Archie.
"Then how did you know they were there?" asked his father.
Archie had something of the joy of the desperate adventurer.
"Because I put them there," he said.
"Then you have lied to me as well."
"Yes," said Archie.
Lord Davidstow pointed to the door.
"Go downstairs at once," he said, "and wait in my study."
Archie obeyed, still not knowing why. At the top of the stairs was standing his mother, who took a step forward towards him.
"Archie, my darling" she began.
"Leave the boy to me," said his father, who was following him.
Archie marched downstairs, still without a tremor. It occurred to him that his lather was going to kill him, as Cyrus killed the thrush. There was a whispered conversation between his mother and father, and he heard his mother say, "No, don't, don't," and he felt sure that this referred to his being killed. But he was quite certain that, whatever happened, he was not going to say he was sorry.
He went into his father's study and shut the door. On the table he noticed that there was standing one of Miss Schwarz's medicine-bottles, and a syphon beside it, and wondered whether Miss Schwarz had come back. But there was no other sign of her.
