“Dad and Jason and Dr. Crackenthorpe.”
“Zyp, nobody has asked me anything about it. Don’t you all want to know how—how it happened?”
“He was caught in the weeds—you said so yourself, Renny.”
Vainly I strove to get under her words; intuition was, for the time being, a sluggish quantity in me.
“Yes; but——” I began, when she took me up softly.
“Dad said it was all clear and that we were never to bother you about it at all.”
A sigh of gratitude to heaven escaped me.
“And I for one,” said Zyp, “don’t intend to.”
Something in her words jarred unaccountably on my sick nerves.
“At first,” she said, just glancing at me, “dad thought there ought to be an inquest, but Dr. Crackenthorpe was so set against it that he gave in.”