The Doctor looked astonished at the question. "Why, sweet Jean Martle."
Dennis equally wondered. "I should have supposed her the first! Who then is the other?"
The Doctor lifted his shoulders. "Who but poor Tony Bream?"
Dennis thought a moment. "What's his danger?"
The Doctor grew more amazed. "The danger we've been talking of!"
"Have we been talking of that?"
"You ask me, when you told me you knew———?"
Dennis, hesitating, recalled. "Knew that he's accused———?"
His companion fairly sprang at him. "Accused by her too?"
Dennis fell back at his onset. "Is he by anybody else?"
The Doctor, turning crimson, had grabbed his arm; he blazed up at him. "You don't know it all?"
Dennis faltered. "Is there any more?"
"Tony cries on the housetops that he did it!"
Dennis, blank and bewildered, sank once more on his sofa. "He cries———?"
