“Well,” you say. “At least he has forgiven you now, since he has left all his property to your son.”
“Neither my son nor I want anything from Jonas Oldacre, dead or alive,” she cries, with a proper spirit. “There is a God in Heaven, Mr. Holmes, and that same God who has punished that wicked man will show in His own good time that my son’s hands are guiltless of his blood.”