He had been loyal to his mother even while Serena guessed that it must have been terrible for him to be part of such a deception. However much she disliked Justin, she was fair enough to admit that it would be against the whole basis of his character to lie and dissemble or to practise daily and hourly a deception such as this.
No, it must have hurt him bitterly and perhaps, Serena thought, that accounted for his air of cynicism and for his detachment and his indifference to everything which in the ordinary way would gladden the heart of a young man. She could almost find it possible to pity him – and yet, was it possible to believe that he played no part in the lawlessness that took place beneath the pomp and ceremony of Mandrake?
What about the smugglers? He had known where his mother
