When he was sure they’d escaped detection, Topher said, “I think he knows who we are.”
“Gertrude’s father?” Zorn said. “He knows exactly who we are. He’s the reason we were sent to this place. Weren’t you at the trial? It was quite dramatic.”
“I’m aware of Mr. Hughes’s roll in our internment. I was referring to Mr. Floyd.”
“But we’ve only been here less than a month,” Gertrude said.
“Yes, but Mr. Floyd is everywhere. He could probably tell us the time and date of your last bowel movement.”
“What?”
“Didn’t I tell you he approached me the third day after our arrival? ‘Six thirty in the evening,’ he growled. ‘Tuesday.’ It took a while before I understood exactly what he was talking about, but when I did I shuddered for nearly an hour straight.”
“Then he knows exactly who we are. Among
