“No”. He answered in a frantic smile and wiped away the tears.
“Why? Do you know where he resides?”
 
“No. But he calls often in private lines and phone booths” he answered.
Then it suddenly occurred to him that he had one convincing piece of evidence at his disposal, that Pius was alive and provably live in quarters, under bridge or in the island.
For those brief moments, it was difficult for her to show her real feelings. She had decided to shrink from anybody who made more effort to question her. She had an unconvincing feeling that she had disappointed her children dearly.
“The last time I saw him early this week was in Elizabeth garden and after some moment and harsh exchange of words I left him and since then like it has always been I know nothing of his further movement.” Puts Uka.
He glanced sharply at both and for a moment seemed about to challenge them. His emergence made Uka to tighten the precaution to be careful. In London, Pius case had been a controversial issue that had been tearing them apart for long on end. They had parted ways in anger in most gathering he was discussed. So at this moment again, there came another blow and crash. There was confidence in his voice, more vigor in his eyes, and he strolled comfortably with pride of a young man. The other two were not at ease. Controversy over Pius was up again. He talked straight and brief and when they asked him questions, it was like dropping a stone on a bottomless ocean. They knew he was never able to degenerate to the level of accepting all they were saying. They could never buy him for Mr. Ribadau. They waited for some moments for an answer. Out of fear they treated him with elaborate politeness, wanting to know his mind on certain matters.
He kept his head down and pocketed forward, with his great shoulder launched.
“This is unbelievable. I must leave you soon. I have been too long a trespasser.”
They waited for more time and silence falls. Uka was laboring with some thought for which he found it heard to get words. But right words were lacking him, for every line of his face spoke peace, confusion of thought, misguided and misinformed.
Mrs. Zack walked to the standing Mosi and placed her arm on his shoulder.
“ Take your hand off me mother. I want to leave here by not harming in anyway.  You are in the shed of another man. You are safe but do you ever think of us, whose roof do we take shelter on? Don’t buy me over as you have done to Uka. I will not be a party tho this” he angrily said.
“You are questioning my integrity because I have risked my life to make you what you are. That is why you stand footlessly to challenge me. You would have ended up poverty stricken like him. This insult I suppose should be my wages for these years. I was thinking that your many years of studies in more advanced and civilized country would have put some senses in you.” Replied Mrs. Zack angrily.
“You have risked everything mother. You know as well as I do that the ties of loyalty are stronger than ties of friendship. Father was your husband and you were to be loyal at the cost of everything, but those things never became a concern to you. I have forgotten my race and the house of my father all because of you. Do you know we have grown? We are now men capable of taking care of you at every cost. Why should you expect me to be here and be happy with you? How did you get here, falling daily for a wrong man, a wrong hand? The man whose roof you are is not good for my liking? He has no conscience you know it. You know he is everything bad, no morality, no goodness. You are too old be in lust over nothing.”
Mrs. Zack quickly looked at him with quick appraising glance which Mosi took in so much and gave a wry smile. She looked suitably repentant. She had seen it that his children knew many details which she did not know they had learned.
“I should blame myself. Don’t be unhappy my dear, I should hate that” she said.
She was full of regret now. Terribly regretting for her actions, but it was so late. All those years they spent in London had been good for her. She had been left out of nothing, no panic, no worries. Now they were back, much questions, quarrels, interrogation and trouble.