"And you looked in. What else did you see?" Mr. Rogers's voice was sharp.
"That I cannot tell you."
"The murderer?"
"No: not the murderer," he answered slowly.
"Then what? Whom?"
"I have said that I cannot tell you."
"But he can, sir!" I cried recklessly. "He saw me! I had just found the body and was standing beside it when he looked in." I stopped, panting. It seemed as if all the breath in me had escaped for the moment with my confession.
Mr. Rogers turned from me to Archibald. "I think I see. You supposed the boy to be guilty, and helped him to get away."
"No," answered Archibald, "I did not think him guilty. I did not know what to think. And it was he who helped me to get away."
"Why should he help you to get away?"