“What’s this thing just in front of me?” Anthony asked suddenly. “Bit of newspaper or something. No, you can’t see it from where you’re standing. Behind that big flat rock on your left.”
Roger retrieved the article in question. “A copy of London Opinion,” he replied without very much interest. “That would be Master Colin’s property, I should imagine; not the lady’s. Issue dated— Why, hullo!”
“What?” Anthony asked eagerly.
Roger paused and made a rapid mental calculation. “Good for you, Anthony!” he exclaimed. “Do you know what this is? It’s last Saturday’s number!”
“Oho!” observed Anthony with interest.
Roger stared at him. “So Colin was not telling the truth after all!” he exclaimed softly.
“That’s just what I’ve been trying to din into you all the time,” kindly pointed out his cousin.
Chapter XIV.
Roger Is Argumentative
Roger dabbled his bare foot in the wave which surged past the rock upon which he and Anthony were sitting. Lifting it out of the water, he contemplated his dripping toes with apparently deep interest. “Of course,” he said slowly, “we must remember that Colin may have been telling the truth, after all.”
“How can he have been?” demanded his cousin.