"Most unfortunate," muttered Silver.
"Most," Boy answered.
In Joses's eyes she had seen again that look of the wild beast, caged and cowering.
The young man felt censure in her voice.
"Well, I don't think it was my fault," he said, nettled.
"I know it wasn't," she cried. "But—"
"What?"
"That inspector's way with him. Like a slavedriver."
"I know," said Silver. "Horrible."