That’s not sending a boy to do
a man’s job . . . it’s sending a hellcat!
NEVER HANG A HERO
“Do you believe I’m your brother?”
“Of course I do. Why shouldn’t I?”
That was all he was able to get from her — no accusations, no denunciations. It was as if that moment at the hall had never happened. As that week passed slowly with Vivian treating him exactly as a young girl would treat her elder brother home from the War, not showing by word or gesture that she was suspicious, he gradually began to realize that she was not going to expose him. Yet he’d seen the knowledge in her eyes in that brief moment across the arm-wrestling table, and the one unanswerable question often troubled his sleep.
If Vivian knew he was an impostor, why in heaven’s name did she not want to expose him?